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@ Poetstry
2025-04-21 00:55:09Gold on wood, a whispered name, My child's small hand, to trace the frame. Saintly eyes, that pierce the soul, Stories whispered, making whole. Brushstrokes fine, a father's guide, In gilded light, where truths reside. For them I paint, this holy art, To plant #faith within their heart. Each face a prayer, a silent plea, For grace and love, eternally. #Icons breathe, a timeless air, My children’s #heritage to share.