Lightly lightened horizon,
Still dark sky.
With soft breeze blowing,
The sea danced slowly,
The smooth water
Brushed the beach
And a pair of artistic feet.
Her long blue, pinkish tinted
Silky dress overflew,
The sea caressing momentarily.
Her hair flew open,
Her fingers holding brushes,
And the other a pallette
Of emotions to be painted
On the canvas in front.
She was painting the dusk,
Looking up now and then.
But before she could finish,
The scenery turned similarly different.
She looked up to see morning,
Started to change the painting.
She looked up to see afternoon,
Put bright colours to make it noon.
The noon changed to twilight,
Bright colours turning dark.
The twilight changed to night,
And the moon smiled
With stars winking,
The dark sea turned dark again.
The scenery, same,
Turned different. Changing
The canvas, she started
To paint once again.
- Zayana Cullen
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