I've lived my day, I've lived my way....
I've seen my luck, I've lived my luck...
I'm wounded now, Its time to heal...
Its time now to regain my zeal...
Its now I feel I've come back home...
It's now I know, I've come back home...
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yup! i like this painting....real good 1....i was just thinking....would have been perfect if there was snow on the hut..the effects are good....i suppose oil...
Welcome to the blogging world.
Nice ! keep it up
why thank you... yes it is oil, my favourite medium....
hey its beautiful....don knw d nuances as lakshmi dos bt i find it to be perfect.....
hey buddy the ble painting my favourite. really like the lines u have written. great job keep it up.
Home is indeed a home..Great job on the painting...Amazing one..
i love the painting .... and i agree with laxmi ..it wd have been really good if there was snow on the hut ... but i love the effect you got with the flakes dropping in .. and especially since i have held the original in my hand .. i can say that ... this work of yours was the first of your bests
Many people see dreams , many people put them in words to narrate but only few privleged and blessed by god has this art to portray their dreams so beautifully and in turn their inner self.........
Words fail here as said earlier still..... Marvellous....
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