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...



Perhaps not...







Life is but a canvas of colors


Created with an array of strokes and dots



YES…







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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