In the brushstrokes of Borduas’ art
A symphony of colours do impart
A visual music, wild and free
A dance of light and harmony
His canvases pulse with rhythm and beat
Notes of red, blue, and yellow meet
In harmony, they blend and sway
A melody that takes my breath away
Each stroke, a note in the score
A composition that I can’t ignore
The music sings from every line
A song that’s woven through time
Borduas’ art is a masterpiece
A visual symphony that will not cease
It sings to me with every hue
A melody that’s pure and true
So let the music of his art
Speak to your soul, and touch your heart
For in each stroke, a world unfolds
A visual music that never grows old.
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Very nice
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Thank you
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