Colours

They adored, spoke highly
The art, so captivating
It seemed to express all in mind
Yet, so incomprehensible
They lacked words, expressions
Language-insatiable.
The colours, patterns had another language
As if a soul peeking another
And yet, not an eye realized
The canvas had not colours painted
It was blood; pain and tears
People rejoiced-enjoyed;
the suffering of another soul.

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