Poem
In the stillness of a calm gray day,
A thought rises, gentle as a hymn’s sway,
Gazing lost, dreamy and deep,
Seeking answers in the horizon’s sweep.
Bright colors contrast with the scene,
A burst of life in a world serene,
Each hue, each tint is a sign,
Of a soul that searches, dreams, and enshrines.
The tilted hat, a quiet grace,
Far-off thoughts, subtle dreams in place,
In silence, the artist captures the moment,
Where the soul unveils, gently, in atonement
