The Painting
The red, he mixed with yellow,
so much yellow.
He brushed it down the sheet,
turned it orange.
Black, in a thin-tipped brush
sketch down reeds.
At last! The final touches to end,
the perfect sunset.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2018
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