The blank canvas blinked back at me,
curiosity filling it's page
Would it be lush green fields today?
or would it be cold blue mountains?
Would it be gentle strokes of the brush, whispered embraces
or would it be angry slashes of dark hues?
But all I did, all I could do
was stare at the canvas
blinking away tears, trying to grip the brush,
wondering, how to paint these emotions?
The brush got dipped in blue.
The girl stared at the ocean, as her string of pearls broke.
One by one, they bounced and sank into the water
returning to their home.
Yes, the pearls were home.
But what about the girl, and her precious whites
whom she loved dearly?
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epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
