As she painted her worries began to sail away
in ships that were meant for a one way trip
and would never return.
When she painted,
she found a new clearing in the woods,
a new light that shone between the trunks of trees
and in between small holes pecked away by birds
and homed bees.
She found her getaway
as the brush grazed the canvas,
she found her ticket to a happiness she had pursued for the longest while –
she found it all.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
