Canvass
Sant Bibliophile
I wanted to hold your hands forever; as a painter and his brush.
With a static heartbeats I proceeded to paint you with every careful ways, every strokes of love and caressing colours.
But then as I give everything to draw close to paint you with every hues of me, I saw every dark sides; impaired lines, warped circles, rough textures— a manifested imperfection.
At the end of the day I am left with a shambled canvass painted with the worst portrait of woman and fall in love with the every details of flaws of her every once in a while.
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Au nom de l'amour
PoetryAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
