“flattery will get you everywhere”
Said the whispering moon to the suffusing sun setting into the tangy primrose horizon.

The old master stepped back from his canvas, removed his clay pipe and exhaled in a satisfied plume of contentment.

All I say is: "nominated"

Michael, this is just beautiful! Love, love your imagery. So lush!

It's beautiful Michael

I haven't picked up my pencils in quite a while. Yet this makes me want to. Perhaps I have misconstrued the meaning. Never the less it's what it made me feel like I wanted to do (inspiration comes in many forms).

Regards

Craig

Michael :) Oh how you tantalize us with your beautiful words!! This piece is absolutely wonderful, and so alluring, like each word is just dripping with sweet honey dew drops. And that ending!! My oh my. Your writing gives me chills and makes my knees weak lol and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Beautiful work, as always!! (<3)

Ditto to what Ren said! This is amazing Michael! :-) x
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Michael I absolutely love it. Hugs to you

Judging comment:

Am I reading a poem or looking at Afremov's painting! This is exceptional. I very well remember the last time I saw a perfect painting in my mind through a poem - it was about four years ago - and I have treasured it all this while, but you have surpassed that imagery I once witnessed. This is very beautiful. Though I wonder, is this old master 'God'?