Like an artist’s brush, I swish around on the canvas of your being.
I swirl in every direction where ever it takes me.
The canvas expands, the brush doesn’t stop
And the colours keep emerging beyond the palette it was.
Posted by Iffat Gul Shirazi on March 9, 2013 in Drafts Of my Heart, I do not write complicated;I write Poetic and tagged art, beauty, canvas, colours, love, paint.
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