The one that I have filled with brushes and paint,
the colors do add to a painted ensemble,
of ruses and misgivings, beauty and shadows,
of tilting landscapes and landmarks of yore.
I once asked him the name given
to a medieval room that locked artisans in,
“What name does spring forth in your mind, when you think of
artisans with a brush and a pen?”
“An atelier, of course,” he said.
I reply as one who paints more of words that houses beauty, love,
and that which confounds the inquisitive mind,
So, it shall be,
In an ATELIER shall I find my muse to unlock the braids of creation.
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