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Dec 2018
Strokes of paint,
Smudged over the face.
Hiding below it
The skin fades.

                The touch remains -
                A blind mother's hands
                Over her child's face.

For behind the canvas
Is where the art is,
And it's not up to us
To make a masterpiece.
But to try...
...Is what makes us artists.
Ayan Roy
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Ayan Roy  19/M
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