Painting- A luminous language
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Last published Fri, Jun 22, 2018
Assalam O Allikum
Here I'm back publishing my new story.
This includes my paintings.
It is my hobby since I was a kid to paint.The cleans hands may look good but an artist's messy hands looks so beautiful ♡
Someone said:Painting is a silent poetry and poetry is a painting that speaks.
I hope you'll like this story.Do let me know your views.Jazak Allah
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