ART

She’d studied art. But she hated the writer who wrote the protagonist she loved. She claimed to understand art. But she whined when life dipped that gave her much needed thrust. She herself could be an art. But she was too busy correcting her flaws that made her exclusive. She who was destined to be…

Fine art

Your hair looks like clouds from heaven Your eyes are two deep blue oceans Your face beats the fallen angels’ Your teeth are the precious diamonds Your lips, Ummm damn so enticing Your nose completes the cake with icing As long as I go describing I know I won’t justify a thing, But Baby, if…