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Have you ever felt a painting speak to your soul? This poem, titled “A Whisper on Canvas,” takes you on a captivating journey inspired by a work of art by Diya Tibrewal.

Imagine a tranquil scene characterized by a solitary rose illuminated by the soft rays of sunlight, emphasizing its intricate features, including a polished table and a bold little fly. This composition subtly compels contemplation and evokes a sense of expectancy, prompting you to consider whether a droplet of dew will delicately descend, urging you to recognize and value the ephemeral beauty of this moment.

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A blush of rose, a lone delight,
Caught in a crystal’s cool embrace.
Petals unfurl, a papery white,
Kissed by the sun’s ethereal trace.

The table gleams, a polished sheen,
Reflecting whispers, soft and low.
Brushstrokes of time, a silent scene,
Where stories bloom and secrets grow.

A fly, audacious, takes its stand,
Upon the rim, a fleeting guest.
A silent dance, across the land
Of canvas dreams, where moments rest.

The background breathes, a muted hue,
A tapestry of time untold.
Perhaps a window, veiled in blue,
Hints of a world, vibrant and bold.

The air is still, a held-in breath,
Anticipation hangs, a thread.
Will morning dew, defy all death,
And grace the rose with tears unsaid?

A single tear, upon the glass,
A single bead, a crystal sigh.
A fleeting touch, that will not pass,
A silent poem, whispered by.