Her Brush
Her Brush
See her brush
as it moves,swiftly across the paper
Sliding with such charm
from place to place
filling the paper
with so much grace
Twisting and turning
as the picture unfolds
whirling and twirling
is the brush she holds
Mixing the colours
in her own way
a fine one indeed
on her paper she lay
Each colour appears
as her elegant brush, touches the paper
colour after colour
she now sets free
slowly revealing
an enchanting beauty.
Dedicated to my sister Fatima who love to draw and paint. I think you are really good at
it and wish you many more successful paintings in the future.
Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009
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