2.) Stendhal syndrome

 Before the canvas, colors gleam,

A beauty sharp enough to dream.

My breath is caught, my heartbeat fast,
Too much wonder — can it last?

Neurons spark, the senses race,
Art floods the mind, an altered space.

Overwhelmed by beauty’s sway,
The body trembles, swept away.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo



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