From the books to the novels;
From the folk lores to myths;
From the ancient civilisation;
doth to be worth the time
Time flows like dust,
The handles couldn't stop as evolutions evolve
The tip of brushes where painters hath
filled with colours of beauty, vibrance and relentless flow of nature's greens
O' so the lads and women's faces
through thick and thin,
The beauty of mother Venus to the uncovered woman
The paints and prints covers embrace and touching heart
Mere passion alluring our eyes to see fantasies of...