Poetic Traces
Sunday, 23 April 2017
When I paint you
Next time when I paint a canvas
You will be my muse
I won't draw a form
Nor I will add colours.
It will be abstract.
For that's how I see you.
Enchantingly elusive.
I will let my heart brush
For my mind becomes blank.
When it comes to you.
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