abet composition of this canvas
Because there is little of it, I have
to weave arras in alluring woofs.
Images are an ally in inducing the illusion.
Sometime, the sturdy require a cane.
Blubbers achieve more than Bordeaux
or Balsams ever can.
When one’s emotional chords
are in other countries or continents,
how does one convey one’s feelings?
Broad strokes of generosity
abet composition of this canvas.
Pic courtesy: Pixabay
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