Trapped in moonlight
After doing sketches, sometimes I write poem lines related to them in Sinhala...So this is one of them which was written for this drawing. I translated it into English..
Trapped in moonlight
"For the hidden heart in winter,
there was a fire..
And a shadow of a sword, that
showered the rainy darkness
with the moonlight....
Among the stories
which have come and go
without saying...
The guardian of the brush,
that trapped in the moonlight..."
I imagined this man as an artist.And I believe when artists take their brush, the brush become alive.So artist is the guardian of the brush who gives a legendary life to the brush.
When we are struggling between the light and dark,moonlight is a precious light for there.There's not too much light or too much darkness.So I think it is a perfect time to take the brush.
So feel the love you have to your brush when you trapped in the moonlight.
Poem is really beautiful rasi..I feel the same as you when I have the brush on my hand..love it...❤❤❤
ReplyDeleteYeah of course, when I take the bruah I feel like ' I am the designer of in this universe, So I create whatever I want. By the way your poem is amazing! & I love it❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥
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ReplyDeleteThis poem is very beautiful..nice work dear..❤️😊👍
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ReplyDeleteWow.. beautiful poem , and art
ReplyDeleteYes ofcourse
ReplyDeleteGood job darling ♥️
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