BRUSHTROKES

BRUSHSTROKES 

Only the splashes of colour they saw,

For her it was a means to thaw.

The concoction of colours left them in awe,

Underneath were hidden emotions they never saw.

Brushes, Canvas, Easel & Chisel; She didn't forget the Weasel.

Artistry was paramount to her.

Gnawed and Clawed; she stiched them to perfection

With Love, Care and Affection.

The Masterpiece was hence created

Which left the Painter sated.

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A/N: There is a deeper meaning hiding beneath the words! It's not just about a painter and her painting.