An enchanted forest
lilliputian fairies
Streams of wildflowers
oozing amid trees
Engulfed in this
phantasmogorical mishmash
there lay a fruit of gold
encapsulated in a stash
It must be a magic potion!
thought she,
‘cause as she stared into the canvas
that was stationary & still
she found herself drowning into it
losing charge of her will
Mesmerised by its magical spell
she stepped into the canvas
The painter took his paintbrush
& added a woman’s silhouette adjoining the magic potion’s flask.
Staring at his masterpiece
mused he
While the woman wondered, locked inside his painting,
where really was she!
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