Holding a crayon with those petite fingers
Yet to discover colours and their hues
A gentle stroke and some hard
In circles, lines and what not
Every scribble seems like a masterpiece
When you are the artist
Holding a crayon with those petite fingers
Yet to discover colours and their hues
A gentle stroke and some hard
In circles, lines and what not
Every scribble seems like a masterpiece
When you are the artist