Brushstrokes

 

Only the splashes of colour they saw,
For her it was a means to thaw.

The concoction of colours left them in awe,
Underneath were hidden emotions they never saw.

Brushes, canvas, easel and chisel; she didn’t forget the Weasel.
Artistry was paramount to her.

Gnawed and clawed; she stitched them to perfection
with love, care and affection.

The Masterpiece was hence created
which left the Painter sated.

© Sohinee Dey


A/N: There’s more than meets the eye!

2 thoughts on “Brushstrokes

  1. Wow. This was so so creative. 😍

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    1. Awwww thank chu! 😁😇❤😍😘

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