1853
a baby boy
opens his eyes.
He paints sunflowers
with a toothy smile,
and creates a starry night
with infant tears.
YOU ARE READING
yours very truly, vincent
Poetry"there may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke." - vincent van gogh. my entry for _theskyisthelimit_ 's 100 poems challenge. (c) mockingjayde 2013
