On sidewalks paved with gray and cold,
Where weary feet in haste unfold,
There blooms a world of vibrant art,
A canvas where dreams gently start.
In hues of paint, imagination flows,
On concrete slates, where wonder grows.
William's hands, with playful grace,
Craft masterpieces in every space.
Among the sketches, bright and bold,
Red tulips rise, a sight to behold.
Their petals dance in the gentle breeze,
A symphony of colors, if you please.
Sidewalks adorned with tulips' grace,
Transformed into a magical place.
Each bloom a beacon of joy and cheer,
Dispelling shadows, drawing near.
In the artist's hands, the world unfolds,
Through painted strokes, stories untold.
And amidst the tulips, red as flame,
Whispers of beauty quietly proclaim.
So let us stroll these painted streets,
Where art and nature sweetly meet.
Where red tulips and sidewalk art collide,
In a symphony of beauty, side by side.
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