Love You Vincent
The wheat blades read as alphabets;
And the flowing fields, a poetry -
Winds guiding the tune and the rhythm;
The horizon blends the sky and verse,
A still painting paints this flow of poetry
Any wonder how the flow of his brush followed his still mind?
Copyright © Ashmi Sheth | Year Posted 2019
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