Wings Unfurled

In the gallery's embrace, two figures stand tall, Their forms a testament to art's transcendental call. With wings outstretched, they seem to take flight, Embodiments of freedom, in the light. Their masks, a veil, concealing the soul, Yet, in their stance, a story unfolds. The white, a canvas of hope and dreams, The black, a mystery, or so it seems. Their attire, a dance of folded grace, A testament to the artist's skilled embrace. In this space, where art and freedom meet, The figures stand, a duo, unique, complete. Their shadows cast, a silhouette on the wall, A reminder of the art that enthralls us all. In this moment, they are more than just a sight, They are the essence of the artist's inner light.