No need for plane tickets. Not even a passport nor a luggage.
As she dips the brush into the blue, spreading it along her canvas...the sea turns in a deeper shade. The burning sun takes the attention away while the leaves of palm trees dance gracefully. It was a painting of a perfect vacation.
With her canvas and paint brushes, she escapes the world of melancholy.
—sin, "escape"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Poesiaa collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
