digital drawing 01

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This time i have these digitally created berries. Don't ask the name as I just picked colours and tried blending to get a fruit. If you find any resemblance to any do share. 🙂 I am loving this tiring drawing style at the moment. Lets see what happens next... As for todays Quote "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” ―Theodore Roosevelt.
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Wish Walk

By Ira -
A walk to remember
Chirping birds,
Burbling stream,
Rustling leaves,
Exist but in a dream.

Roaring excavators,
Pounding hammers,
Clanking metal,
I hear.

Longing to hear –
The swish of breeze,
Music of dancing trees,
The gong of a temple from far
Spare me-
Please, no more of the fancy cars.


Searching for the giggles while
Children play,
Gadgets or gizmos have taken
The childhood away.
Lost is the voice of a friend,
Tapping the QWERTY -
The new music in trend.

All is lost in the noise,
So, I hear no sounds
If there was a choice
I’d rather rebound.

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