Time will stop ticking
Past will bind the present and future into one
The aroma of the flowers will fill the scenery
The twigs will bud the tender leaves.
Every picture I drew will just come to a halt , like the quite night sky.
Perhaps, in this beautiful picture, I am the hero, where you're my heroine!
Where my eyes lays on the inspiration you smeared, where I drew this beautiful picture. And where I see this beautiful calm, and green, and dark illusion.!


© Prerana