colors appertained on her palette ;
the paints sorts of different colors
depicted the pigments of her past.
she stroked like no tomorrow
the colors which holds her breath
on the paper dilineating her present.
closely finishing her canvas,
her sweats would show up and fall
as she witnessed how she went on—
painting her muzzy future.
at the end, she created a masterpiece;
a portrait of herself swinging freely
on the dark forest of her melancholy.
she drew the world and made it as her own.
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Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
