Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints,
A synergistic revelry amid drunken smiles,
Green river of January's mirth,
Sherezade smiles and Picasso faces,
An endless passion of magical colors,
Each portrait, a blossoming window of chaos,
A butterfly drowning in breathing polka dots,
Art gallery's crowded charisma,
Exploding with the rhythm of ancient jazz,
Disappearing into pastel mirrors.
