BeyondBrush

🎨 A Poem for the Cyber Hub Canvas 🎨

In hues of hope and gentle grace,
We painted Cyber Hub, time’s sweet embrace.
With an old friend from my CA days,
When life was less maze, more sunray blaze.

Amid the blur of fake hellos,
And smiles that hide a thousand “no”s,
She stood—like stillness in a storm,
So real, so kind, so warmly warm.

While others danced with secret schemes,
She painted truth in brushstroke dreams.
No agenda, no hidden plan,
Just paint-stained hands and a helping hand.

The world now buzzes with pretend,
But back then? People used to bend—
To listen, to feel, to truly be,
Not just avatars in a vanity spree.

And though I’ve met masks in the masquerade,
That one bond still hasn’t decayed.
She showed up, no frills, just care—
To paint, to laugh, to simply be there.

So here’s to her, with colors bright,
To friendships that outlive the night.
More canvases, more tales to spin,
More power to her—let the art begin! 🎨💪

Some friends age like wine, others evaporate like cheap perfume. You know which one she is. 🥂

4o