The wall
that hadn't a thing
attractive about it,
soon became the eye
of a sea of awestruck people.
Gary's restaurant
saw an influx of visitors.
People laid out chairs
right outside the little restaurant
and watched the artistic
girl weave up her magic,
while enjoying their food.
It was a real treat.
Food and art.
The both of them were
like conjoined twins.
At least that's what it
felt like to the crowd.
It was the third day of
her work.
And the wall was already
doing wonders.
Splayed out
on top of the lavender
was a
farrago of brilliantly
poetic colors.
Silvers, turquoise, roses and gold.
They coated up the
wall in such a magnificent way,
the onlookers could only stare.
The paints were sprayed out
in bursts and trickles.
Blurs and creases.
And yet,
in the most magical
way,
it also made sense.
This girl,
she knew her colors well.
Perhaps even better
than she knew herself.
Because while staring out at
the eagerly working girl,
Gary knew if he had done
what she was doing,
he'd make a
complete fool of himself.
He would never know
which color to put.
Where it had to be put.
He'd come up blank.
She
had something within.
Not everyone
could paint so
nonchalantly,
yet so well.
So immersed
in her work was she,
not a trickle of worry,
just plain concentration.
The painting was very near
its finish
and the people who watched
hadn't the patience to wait.
For they
realized
that this girl had
no turning back.
So
whatever she had her mind
set on,
they knew,
would be bloody good.
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The Galaxies Within
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