Drying Paint

Hairy brush dips in colours,
Touches the surface of smooth old wall
Sets and dries with embrace of sun
Bricks change colour, like from dusk to dawn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Baker Avatar
November 11, 2023 at 8:58 PM
Sounds lovely, my friend. A new coat of paint can make a lot of difference, Arastu. Have a great day! Bill
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November 12, 2023 at 7:58 PM
Thanks! You too!
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