Poem -

Paintbrush

Paintbrush

May I paint your life in my own Blues;

A paintbrush is in my hand,

Where I shall beautify you,

In your oceanic eyes, or eyelashes!

I shall pour my blues,

Into your depths

I am in your own image

May I paint your life in my own Reds:

A paintbrush is in my hand,

Where I shall make my last touch,

On your nipple eyes, or areola circles!

I shall darken my reddish,

Into your edges

I am in your own image

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Ravindra Kumar

Lyrical tone of the sweet romantic poem which is completely immersed in dreamy freshnessĀ of mind.Ā 

Regards,

Ravindra Kumar

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Thanks for your appreciation of my verse dear Ravindra Kumar. Thanks a lot, Very few comment on my verses,

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Cherie,

Thanks for your valuable comments, In return, shall I scribble four lines as below:-

Body turns to beĀ a green canvass of love;

Souls becomes peace-giving white dove;

Red stars, pale rain clouds drips from above;

Twilight embrace the moon to deeply involveĀ 

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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