In her little hands, brushes sway,
Paintings emerge, a wondrous display!
Each stroke tells tales, big and small,
Teaching lessons, inspiring all.
How many brushes, so small and fine,
Creating magic with each line.
Her pictures hold stories, sweet and true,
In colors bright, they come into view.
Look at her paintings! filled with cheer,
They hold love, crystal clear.
I saw her work, and my heart knew,
The bond we share, strong and true.
In her art, a silent poem!
Painted strokes, a gentle sail.
With each color, a story is told,
A poem painted, for all to hear!
Let her paint, let her dream,
In her art, her joy beams.
A masterpiece, in every hue,
In her hands, dreams come true.
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About the Creator
Sasi Kala
I'm Sasikala, a poet crafting emotions into beautiful words, painting tales of natrue, love, strength, and the human adventure with each poem.
Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Frommabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Oh my, her drawings are soooo beautiful! I loved your poem as well!