Whispers tell of moments held
like paintings on the soul
storied peak designed unique
as colors ebb and flow
Portraits held not meant unveiled
'cept those the canvas knows
whispers tell of moments held
like paintings on the soul
Linger still as time reveals
the truth behind its breadth
wonder more for what's in store
than moments we have left
Whisper now as passing clouds
paint too on skies and meld
passion's flow to canvas go
into those moments held
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