My first brush with painting.Abbu was painting,water colours ofcouse,asked me to join and I did.I wanted to impress him and gave it my best.I like how it conveys what I wanted to.Summer months are distant now,a fence stands in between me and the open land,lush green grass and flowers but out of reach.The poem is for precious memories this summer brought.It was unimaginable and memorable,will cherish the times forever.
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