Express Yourself.

August 14, 2016

The pencil touches paper;

I create art.

I let go of whatever

I've been holding in my heart.


The tears from my eyes,

Transform into paint.

I let the magic flow,

Let it wash away my taint.


Now the canvas is complete,

The full stop in place.

Then I turn to the stars,

Look up into space.

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