She is a painter too, you know;
Loves the colour red,
Loves the crimson hue,
Loves it's flow and freshness,
And loves how it drips slowly on the floor;
(Slowly and slowly, drop by drop)
Because, she is a painter too, you know,
Her wrist is the canvas,
Her blade is the brush,
And her blood is the colour,
As it pains the floor;
But she is a painter too, you know.
She just hates being that-
But is too weak to fight anymore.
~ Shami Jha
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Poesia•☆• A Collection Of Poems •☆• ━━━━━━ Each poem is a chapter from the poet's life, Each sentence mean so much more than what is seen by the eyes.... ━━━━━━ •☆• Rhythmic Feels •☆•
