In the realm of hues and shades untold, An abstract angel takes its form so bold. Number sixty-six, a mystery divine, In oil and acrylic, its essence does shine.

Faded wings of vintage lore, Whispers of despair it wore. Yet in its eyes, a passionate fire, A canvas of melancholy, an artist’s desire.

With strokes that dance and gently weave, A tale of passion, hard to conceive. Its presence a melancholic serenade, In the gallery of the heart, forever displayed.

An abstract angel, number sixty-six, In the museum of the soul, it eternally exists. A masterpiece of feelings, so deep and so rich, Evoking emotions, in every single niche.

Shades