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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