Wistful Painting
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Dernière publication lun., févr. 28, 2022
Their horizon met. He made her believe, he made her see the goodness in things. It was him, who held her hand and swayed it with his. It was him, who drew the pattern that will lead her to the masterpiece. It was him again, who gives warmth whenever he reaches her palm. And It all started, on a painting entitled;
Wistful Eyes
Art of Senses Series I, Sight.
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07/30/21
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