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Feb 2015
An ancient treasure for the soul
An outlet for the mind
A trick that helps you take your pain and put it all behind.
No limitations or control
Free flowing as the ink
Happy, lost, scared, confused
When the soul must sink
An open canvas full of life
And whatever it may bring
Pick up a brush and start to paint what's inspiring
Remember contrast, lights and darks
Create a real effect
The shadows lurking from behind isn't to expect
Colors, textures, raw emotions poured out for all to see
Open to interpretation, endless possibilities.
i was never able to write poetry until I experienced real turmoil and despair. I admire every single person who posts on here.
LovelyBones
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