Hair carelessly strewn about,
Weapons off guard,
On a flexed bicep,
maybe a few puffs of grass.
Then comes the fierce face, just peeking,
artfully done, with a meaning
the mighty one, with three eyes,
a dance, a trance, and passion just fine.
a few colors thrown in
a few bold strokes,
all on a breathtaking bicep, the sleeves all rolled.
About Me
- Pooja Murthy
- "The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
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