It's all coloured in pretty pink the sky
And I somehow make myself calmly sit
So that the restless nerves throbbing all over my body
Could figure out a way to quit.
There's soft jazz soothing my mind
And soft pastel colors smudged on my hands
As I paint on white sheets a growing moon
And a little hazy start as a company.
I kind of go restless at the thought of the night ending
Even though there are hours to go for the end
But the star in my painting fidgets
To let me know that its gonna be there
As long as I keep this sheet with me.
Even though there are hours to go for the end
But the star in my painting fidgets
To let me know that its gonna be there
As long as I keep this sheet with me.
The pink shade drenched out from the clouds
I am unsure if I should get up from my seat
My nerves are somewhat calm now
The jazz turns into blues
And my painting lingering with a star
Near the growing moon:
I wake up next day and watch my comfort star.
I think will keep this painting forever.
I am unsure if I should get up from my seat
My nerves are somewhat calm now
The jazz turns into blues
And my painting lingering with a star
Near the growing moon:
I wake up next day and watch my comfort star.
I think will keep this painting forever.
~ Pushpanjali.
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