It's a style unlike anything before,
where subtle imagination ran wild,
And there was reality no more.
If you wandered the streets
as a curious young sage.
Observe it with a keen eye,
You may find yourself on the walls
drawn to the art of surrealism!
Paris is a canvas,
and the streets are a palette of hues,
A stage for surreal bliss,
where artists take their brushes,
To mend the world real; unreal!
Creating masterpieces
they transcend the barriers within.
If you see the smoky cafes and salons,
where genius gathered to create,
celebrating a new way of the world!
Though they gathered to share,
wild imaginations, bizarre thoughts
with their flair.
I watched and thought, and thought;
these masterpieces within you,
Or, it could not be bought!
If you find faces twisted in agony,
Bodies are distorted in space,
Everything is quite not what it seemed.
They take the ordinary and make them sublime,
Transforming tgem by their surrealist rhyme!
In this world of fantasy,
artists lost their way!
In order to express their thoughts,
They walk and embrace the lost way!
And though the movement has passed,
Its legacy still remains,
For the surrealism of Paris,
Shall forever be ingrained.
Paris, where art is all the rage,
Find your inspiration
in this surrealistic stage!
Paint your poems and sing your vision;
Bring magic to the world,
and made it a total art worldnation!
