BRUSHSTROKES
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BRUSHSTROKES

by SOHINEE DEY

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 & Chisel; She didn't forget the Weasel.

Artistry was paramount to her.

Gnawed and Clawed; she stiched them to perfection With Love, Care and Affection.

The Masterpiece was hence created Which left the Painter sated.

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