"Lost in the tranquil beauty of nature, I found myself captivated by the mysterious stranger whose portrait I was painting by the river."
I sat by the river, my eyes fixed on the canvas before me. I had never met the man I was painting, yet I was drawn to his features like the way the sun casts light on the leaves of a tree. The more I studied him, the more I felt a strange connection, like the gentle flow of the river that never ceased to amaze me. I was enamored by the way his eyes seemed to hold a secret depth, like the still waters reflecting the beauty of the trees around us. As I put down my brush, I knew this painting would forever remind me of the anonymous man who had captured my heart, just as nature always did with its breathtaking wonders.
— Sterling Frost
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Midnight Musings: Proses and Poetry
PoetryA haunting book of proses and poetry, offering a poignant glimpse into the restless mind of a young girl who struggles to find solace in the silence of the night.
