A/N: Kindly read the verse in landscape mode if the lines don’t fit entirely on your screen.
Just dried mixing pallete… A single brush for all strokes… Messed page in her colouring notebook. Tears of water flowed drenching pages in an effort to make a kaleidoscope of colours.
The kiddo started with a thought, removed all traces of reality when drawn until she inhaled freedom in the smell of paints. The art remained unnamed, for she knew what is named can never be seen the same way again.