Walking The Paintersโ€™ Path

Of endless wheat fields,Rolling hills,And coloured daffodils. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. Splitting the horizonโ€”Skies in painterโ€™s blue,Gardensโ€”Lush in green hue. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. At each step,As if Iโ€™d been taken backTo a time once hisโ€”As far as his eyes could see,This ๐˜–๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ would beHis canvasโ€”Laid out endlessly. ๐˜ž๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐContinue reading “Walking The Paintersโ€™ Path”