Jul 2019
When my wife died,
I was torn apart,
Broken from inside,
Then dad took me to my old studio,
He handed me a palette of colours and a brush,
"Son paint your emptiness in colours and come out smiling.
15/7/2019
I was torn apart,
Broken from inside,
Then dad took me to my old studio,
He handed me a palette of colours and a brush,
"Son paint your emptiness in colours and come out smiling.
15/7/2019
(72/F/Tanzania)
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