Must be nice,

to put pen to paper and produce such beautiful progeny.

Must be nice,

To play with lines and shapes, create bliss with hues.

Must be nice , to play God

To make something live from ink and faded dots.

To touch clay and sand in all the right places that it births something alluring.

Must be nice,

To manipulate paint,colours and hearts on strings.

Must be nice

To have power in your hands and oxygen in your fingers.

Must be nice ,

To be you.


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