You move me...
You move me... and paint me
You move me... and paint me in colors
You move me... and paint me in colors and hues
You move me... and paint me in colors and hues so freely.
You cater to all and form energies.
With every wisp
With every wisp and stroke
With every wisp and stroke that you land on me.
I am your painting.
How do you paint me?
How do you shape
How do you shape and form
How do you shape and form with such creativity?
That you can send
That you can send and show
That you can send and show in strokes,
That you can send and show in strokes, swiftly.
And I am marred
And I am marred and broken
And I am marred and broken by art’s simplicity.
How do you paint me?
Thank You.
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