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Tanisha Sethi

Abstract

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Tanisha Sethi

Abstract

Hands Of Gold

Hands Of Gold

1 min
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Before you,

I was clay.

But you moulded me

Into the person I am today.

Without you

I wouldn’t have become a vase.

Standing here

With beauty and grace.


Before you,

I was a blank canvas.

No lines, no shades, no hues.

But when you came along

You turned my whites

Into yellows, greens and blues.


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