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The lost painting of my heart


What I just portrayed was  ., 


A girl ,

With those curly flickery hairs.,

Taking a bask under the shining sun ,

Her eyes depicting the depth of love ,

Her drowning talks ., and 

Her smile limning the charm of her soul.,


She all the way ,

Strewing  those holy colours ,

While having a douche daily ,

Down from the sketchy and infinite roof of the heaven ,



All the colours painted on her body ,

From those enthusiastic hands,

Are quite different .,

With a different meaning .,

Although having a lot different understandings ,,


 But still,

Still I haven't met her yet .,


And sometimes I ask myself ,

That would she be boundless too ,

To get out of this self-notioned  world .,

Break down all those dictums.,

Take a few steps towards,

And feel like a princess of our own fascinating world .,


And now I'm eagerly waiting ,

To met my love for the first time  ,

Who'll keep amazin' me every time,

 Just like a butterfly do ,


I'm eagerly waiting for the one,

That'll take all the chaos from my life , and ,

Should depict the quintessence just like my mother .,


I'm eagerly waiting for .,

That lost painting of my heart.,