Picasso's fractured forms, a jagged, broken line,
A world of angles where my vision can't align.
I yearn for harmony, a smooth, unbroken flow,
But in your chaos, a hidden truth, I know.
Monet's light, a gentle caress, a soothing balm,
His brushstrokes whisper a calming, peaceful calm,
The water's surface is a shimmering, liquid dream,
Reflecting beauty, a world where...
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