SOUL PICTURESQUE....... The brush i swayed on the clear canvas rubbing through the face on the rosy cheeks symbolism i painted a dress fully pleated the blood red eyes soaked in the cries the blackened lips with an inverted 'U' freckles and spots dotted the wrath black shadow played it dance hard was that to accept it the tunes were just;how i had lived it while the creamy background just the barricade i took about vanishing violet to ravishing red blend had just skipped a century antiseptic,antigens to antibodies tranquilisers were all the chief guests shallow cheeks,the dented tooth together all proved it well mental ache , the broken fate just bubbled up on the surface bare on the brim a tear stuck Provocation had just met the zenith still below a verse repeated a belief, the last day will be contended..... -khushi