I paint while roses and violets fade,
Lost in the world full of magic and thought,
My brush like a feather glides,
thus making my own paradise....
I paint to let my heart out,
In corner spaces or open fields,
to let my visions by night and day....
I paint to make my dreams alive,
Lingering in the dream world,
to let the dreams come into existence....
I paint to make someone feel happy,
In their presence,
to bring smiles on their face....
I paint to bring the dead alive,
With a heart not to forget them,
to make a difference in others lives...
Lost in the world full of magic and thought,
My brush like a feather glides,
thus making my own paradise....
I paint to let my heart out,
In corner spaces or open fields,
to let my visions by night and day....
I paint to make my dreams alive,
Lingering in the dream world,
to let the dreams come into existence....
I paint to make someone feel happy,
In their presence,
to bring smiles on their face....
I paint to bring the dead alive,
With a heart not to forget them,
to make a difference in others lives...
2 comments:
nice little poem! i specially liked the last two stanzas!
@tushar Thanks and I am glad you liked it :)
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