The gateway to tranquillity,
is open as the colours flow out ,
on the oaken palette on turf ,
and the strokes of the brush
lazily romanticise with the colours
as they mingle with eachother
on their first touch.

The charcoal,
freezes the beautiful juncture
by sketching the notion of love
and the brush splashes
the colours of the nature on canvas
as the mystical beauty
Is displayed by fingers with love .

English Poem by Deepti Khanna : 111698612

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