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The paint brush makes its first stroke on the canvas
The And, the floodgates of memories opens itself on me,

Romancing There was something fascinating about the sky that evening,
Magical, almost ethereal.
Sunset on As if the creator was writing music on his celestial canvas.

the Sea The sky was a deep grey blue, prismatic with streaks of
crimsons, oranges, violets and yellow.
The sun, molten gold, ravishing beyond compare.

Far into the horizon, the ocean met the sky, in unison,
Where the sun cast its brilliance on the near still waters,

sending out ripples of desire and rapture.
There were millions of sparkles, as these ripples of wine

moved in sheer ecstasy.
The sun moved in its descent, and the gold changed to a

blood orange ball of fire and so did the sky.
And soon, the sun plunged deep, lost into oblivion,

To let the moon dazzle in its luminance, as it took over the
night.

Sanjukta Barik
Founder, LA Aartesmisia
Studio and Gallery
Batch 1986-88

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