Of endless wheat fields,Rolling hills,And coloured daffodils. ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. Splitting the horizonโSkies in painterโs blue,GardensโLush in green hue. ๐๐ด ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ. At each step,As if Iโd been taken backTo a time once hisโAs far as his eyes could see,This ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฆ would beHis canvasโLaid out endlessly. ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐContinue reading “Walking The Paintersโ Path”