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As I gaze at the painting in the gallery
people walk away
with a look of disgust in their eyes
Yet all I can see is beauty
The dark colors
Browns, Blacks, Greys
Blending together to create a dystopian scene
The dark sky connecting to make a seamless line with the ground
The horizon is just out of reach
An Empty landscape
Then there’s the bright red
Covering the ground in its substance
Blood? Water?
You can never tell what it is
The foreground is where the true beauty lies
A big long tree missing its leaves
The branches bent sideways
As if a strong wind was trying to rip the tree from the ground
The bright red substance is dripping from the branches
spills onto the desert ground
In the eyes of society and everyone around
I should be disturbed
Scared
By the emptiness of our world
Yet I don’t
I feel a sense of intuitiveness
Calm in the unknown
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Passion can be misinterpreted in ways the maker did not imagine, does not mean it's wrong, it means you found meaning in your own way.