The
striking strokes of
Your
paintings
Which you
never painted
Keep calling
me
To the worlds
of
My
unwritten poems
Oh my sky…
I could not
read
The colours
now
I could not
paint
The words
now
I feel so
incomplete
Without your
art..
Why are you
so numb
Can’t you
hear
The chords of my poems
Which are the
paintings
Of your
heart
---chaitali.
1 comment:
Beautiful his colors and your words and the unwritten poem
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