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Old Wrinkled Lines.
Sonnet Song.
....
Whiskers of a brush in my hand like air,
Watching you walk through my painting in days,
Fellowship, while you look upon my flair,
It seems I'm just an ocean in a bay,
My Art as always been my brush in skies,
Old rusty wrinkled lines...
....
Whiskers of a brush in my hand like air,
Watching you walk through my painting in days,
Fellowship, while you look upon my flair,
It seems I'm just an ocean in a bay,
My Art as always been my brush in skies,
Old rusty wrinkled lines...
