Scarred hands,
Titanium heart,
Dutiful hands,
Unrelenting pursuit.
They were her joy,
Embellishments in her night sky,
Budding flowers in her garden,
Music in her midnight moments.
As they slept,
She looked at them with tear-filled eyes,
She thanked God for giving
them as gifts to add colour and spice to her life.
Each day stood before her as a portrait,
She painted what she wanted to...
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