Saturday, August 21, 2010

She Paints

In the Stillness of the Night she paints

She paints, she dreams and she paints

Out from the innermost of her soul

She cries out on canvas

Blue, Black, Red, White

Colors galore... she splashes on the canvas

The dreams enticed…released through the strokes

The expression priceless

The penalty paid

The price cannot be earned

Dream and paint

Dream and paint again

Does it make sense?


Perhaps not...

Life is but a canvas of colors

Created with an array of strokes and dots


In the holiness and the quietness

She paints and creates

She dreams and lives

With all her Strength

She paints like she knows no other

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