In the halls of Prado, where Bosch's paintings reside,
It's hard to tear one's gaze away, no matter how you tried.
The scenes upon the canvas, so captivating and surreal,
You yearn to comprehend the stories they reveal.
And then it dawns on you, these worlds are not so far,
They mirror our own realm, though bizarre they are.
You want to argue, but with whom? It's hard to say,
With yourself, about what? The thoughts, they swirl and sway.
To make one ponder deeply, that's Bosch's true delight,
His masterful creations, forever shining bright.
In every brushstroke, every detail, you can see,
The genius of Hieronymus Bosch, for all eternity.
The wonder of his art, in Prado's halls it thrives,
Challenging perceptions, making our minds come alive.
To stir the soul, to make us question and reflect,
That's the magic of Bosch, his legacy, his effect.
Bosch
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