Maddy

ORPHIC

They called her an Orphic,
While She was an aesthete
Her love Art was what no one could possess.
Through the tips of the paint brush, She painted her deep thoughts which she could never
forget.
She blended it with love, like the colours in the pallet.
The pile of books placed in her shelf,
was what she used as an escape.
She was always lost between the ink. She annotated what she dreamed of, Sometimes she was the princess who was dancing with her fictional man.
The dip that fell on her cheek looked precious,
Her eyes held the shine which looked determined.
Like the nature during autumn. her lips could consume any shade.
If she ever loved someone,
She would do it from the tips of her favorite paint brush,
To the annotated lines in her novels.
Her dreams are what she wishes would come true.
Like watching the moon, until it hid behind the light.
She was lovely soul who was born in August.
A mixture of winter and rain.💋😤🥰