Brushes
I held them tight and fairy
I rolled them up and hued
My imaginations of tomorrow
Like glace I desired
My brushes were my thoughts
I am hungry for it
But I don’t hold all the brushes
And could not control the flush and bruises
For my fancy is but creativity
To squander the hurdles
So, my brushes are toning
My actions are roaring
And my thoughts sketching
I will live in painting
When I see the other day
A day after tomorrow!
23.5.2017
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