Continued from The Eye of the Beholder
Smiling at her, he asked, “Can I call you my art?”
“I love my art more than you,” he said.
Hugging her tight, he looked at the painting that he had created. He admired his art.
It’s true that an artist and his art are inseparable.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Tears of Joy?
Why do you think she cried? Was it Tears of Joy once again? Write it in the comment section your thoughts about the same? Come back tomorrow to know what happens next :)
This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.
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