I loved that painting so much,
Wanting to reach out so much to touch.
The colours were so rich, I was in love,
Just staring at it gave me a rush.
I wanted to be in it, so real to view,
Wished I could be a character it knew.
The colours leaked from the canvas as if new,
Dripping colours, bright reds, violets, and blue.
The characters so clear I was immersed,
People were so alive, we conversed.
I was inside the painting, my mind was burst,
A character wishing for reality like thirst.
I loved that painting so much,
I was sucked into it, immediately on touch.
I looked back into a crowd in a bunch,
And saw people stare at me, silent in hush.
At first I didn't see the big deal,
People staring at me, eyes frozen cold steel.
But now I was in this painting for real,
Forever hanging on the wall, for visitors to feel.
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