Soon , I found another avocation;
Something that helped me see
Beaches
and Heaven itself
On a blank canvas.
With every passing moment I spent,
I fell in love with it.
Art was my mouth;
It willed me to speak.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
