A song unheard, a story untold,
Yet sheer splendor to behold.
All the nook and corners of art gallery,
Speak volumes of artistic bravery.
Sculptures in glistening white marble
A boost of monochrome marvel.
Waves of admirers awash
The beautifully painted oiled canvas.
Art aficionados come, art aficionados go,
sometimes they even pass with a bow.
Adorn praises galore—Surreal! Beauty!
Ah! An ode to supreme artistry!
Daytime poetic splendor and elegance
suffer at nights of all pervading silence
they are puppets in the hands of time.
They are melodies manque standing in a line.
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