I have painted pictures
tucked away,
in dark corners of a twisting path.
I have sketched life into its blurred stillness.
I have shaded beauty into its soft contures.
I have taught it to love me as I love it.
I have sparked this beautiful image.
Ripe with longing,
young and sweet.
Nicknamed: my dream.
Remya Sasindran
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