Every Stroke, Brought
Brought me close
. . . .to perfection, to pain
Every Stroke
With Precision
. . . .Completing a master piece
. . . . Correcting for the masters peace
Every Swipe
. . . . .Clearing a part of me
. . . . Smoothing me out
How perfect I turned out
. . . A little more in beauty
. . . .A little more in tears flowing
Every Thing worked forth
Everything hurt forth
Every little one of them
All swipes working together
All splashes, all clearing
From a perfect and empty canvas
All things working out
Creating . . . .
A Portrait of Me
Opaluwah Akor
Dude...this is tight...you should write in the next issue of YADA
ReplyDeleteguy u just showd me or made me understand more like dat behind every beauty dear is pain and nothin beautiful is made easy and can neva hav meanin wit out d pain behind it....tanks for d insight.ur write up is very well appreciated
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