The man in my dream…

He smelled of old clothes And wet mud. His rusty hands, With scars of the past, covered with sweat and dust. Drenched in rain, He stood; a bit shivering. His dark brown eyes admiring the beauty of nature And I kept staring at him. He appeared perfect to me, with all his imperfections. Strong with... Continue Reading →

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With every stroke Of her paintbrush, Characters of her dream Aroused to life. Empty canvas Was filled with colours, Creating a masterpiece Mystical and Sublime. © ilovetobeinvisible

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