Using a canvas and a brush,
I paint the face that is posh.
with a swift of the brush,
His sharp eyes came to view.
Using a pencil and a pad,
I draw the body that is never fat.
With a swipe of the pencil,
The body appears ever graceful.
Using a stick on the seashore,
I had still draw my role model.
With the waves singing to my ears,
And the sun reflecting it's light .
Using a pebble on a hard rock,
I had still craft my papa.
With the peak of the mountains as my seat,
And the whole world as the audience.
KhayrSouf |papaspride
via| beneatherwords
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC
Using a canvas and a brush,
I paint the face that is posh.
with a swift of the brush,
His sharp eyes came to view.
Using a pencil and a pad,
I draw the body that is never fat.
With a swipe of the pencil,
The body appears ever graceful.
Using a stick on the seashore,
I had still draw my role model.
With the waves singing to my ears,
And the sun reflecting it's light .
Using a pebble on a hard rock,
I had still craft my papa.
With the peak of the mountains as my seat,
And the whole world as the audience.
KhayrSouf |papaspride
via| beneatherwords