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Light streams through the window, Beckoning her to come out of the dim. A spotlight on her blank canvas; She was yearning to see him. Oil, water and paint blend With her blood, sweat and tears, Slowly and agonizingly dripping From her brush, brows and ears. Then there he is, tall and bright; A sun-kissed face dressed in a golden vase. She painted his image in sunflowers: He's her masterpiece no one can recreate.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
sun, flow, her
Light streams through the window, Beckoning her to come out of the dim. A spotlight on her blank canvas; She was yearning to see him. Oil, water and paint blend With her blood, sweat and tears, Slowly and agonizingly dripping From her brush, brows and ears. Then there he is, tall and bright; A sun-kissed face dressed in a golden vase. She painted his image in sunflowers: He's her masterpiece no one can recreate.
to Sel. Keep painting for them with love, the same way they paint you with life. I wrote this after the image of Van Gogh painting his Sunflower series in my head!
lunar-love
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
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