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My canvas

Date Written: November 8, 2017
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While painting  the sun

At the hour of noon

With the tip of my brush

Which created Crimson blush

I could feel sun's warmth

And the joy of a child's mirth

As I captured diver blob of moon

In the evening with feeling of boon

Moon created misty layers of dream

Which filled foamy fresh silver cream

On my canvas with absolutely perfect theme

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