Diluted pigment colourful bright,
Each swipe and stroke like rippling water,
Calm and collected like the river's flow,
A passion for art that never falters.
First came as a way to heal,
Ordeals too big of a deal,
Yearn for a reality escape,
All sorrow have lift and veiled.
I am thankful for that one day,
My pen and brush heard what my tears say.
edited by: Tasha
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