Brush in hand, I start to see,
The shades of who I long to be,
Vibrant hues of dreams untold,
A new story begins to unfold.
My core transforms with every line,
A surface scrubbed, it starts to shine,
From dull and grey to bright and bold,
An artwork rare, a core of gold
Do you have the eyes to see
The masterpiece that’s born in me?

And you are a very talented writer, Reena! X
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I reciprocate the compliment.
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What a delightful poem, Reena! ❤️
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Thanks, Cindy!
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Well, if they don’t, they’re blind! Well-done, Reena!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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This is your masterpiece, Reena.
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Thanks so much!
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Beautifully written, Reena. We are all a masterpiece if only others would take the time to notice. I love the image you selected.
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It is an AI-generated image. Thanks for the appreciation, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Love this Reenaa
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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A lovely take
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome
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so much wonderful color
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Thank you so much!
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