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Prasanna M S

Abstract Fantasy Children

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Prasanna M S

Abstract Fantasy Children

Orchid Weather

Orchid Weather

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Magenta dips her brush in white
and paints each petal's edge to dusk.
The throat is cream, the lip is wine,
the stem a green and patient bow.

Behind her, flowerpots and old stone steps
forget themselves. This is how grace arrives:
without announcement, a small bright parade
leaning toward whoever stops to look.



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