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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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.
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