Can I not find some words less tame and old,
To paint thy form and face of perfect mould,
Thy dewy lips, thy hair of brown and gold?
Pencil art by David Cristobal
Somewhere out there high on a tree
there is a face that’s hard to see.
it always stares without a blink
making some wander what it might think.
It doesn’t move the rain or shine
and more and more covers it vine.
But empty eyes don’t loose from sight
anyone passing, a day or night.
love and cat
amazing illustration by Nicole Lee Anne
This page contains few of my art works. I have been drawing since five years . N i wish to learn more and help others learn too. thank u
Source: My Work
A glimpse through an interstice caught.
I may not get nude before your eyes
But I am totally naked before your soul
Sharing one heart, one beat under one sky