I am an evolving canvas.
Composed of an oxymoron of misplaced
and masterful strokes.
But still unfinished.
( still painting )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Henri Meilhac
I am an evolving canvas.
Composed of an oxymoron of misplaced
and masterful strokes.
But still unfinished.
( still painting )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Henri Meilhac
Wonderful lines!
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Thank you! 💫
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poesie! I love thinking of life as a painting, which is finished at the end of life. I also love the picture you used. It´s not a painting, but a photo. but it is also not a body it is a soul. It shows that souls have no gender, no rules and normes…they are free spirits…they should also live a free life here on earth!
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Thank you for reading! 💖 I don’t know if it’s ever finished really. I think we’re always going to be painting and that’s part of the beauty with it.
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I simply love your poetry
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I’m deeply humbled Nandita. Thank you. 💕✨
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Thoughtful…
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🙂 💞
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Very nice! Is that a photo of you? I love the poetry, I am always looking for new poets. Check out my most recent poetry for any suggestions. 🙂 Thank you! Have a great day. caelidotblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/28/abstract-city/
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Thank you so much! No, it isn’t, it’s a photograph by the incredible Henri Meilhac! Thank you for being here. 😊 I’d love to check your poetry too! Look out for me tomorrow. 😄
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Will do! 🙂
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