Writing

I am a canvas for your imagination you can paint me as you will.........

“There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.” ― Mi..

When each day’s brilliant pink orange dawndrifts slowly into viewI paint my mood a happy hueof sapphire’s sea blue jewelsOcean dipped with..

My body is an art piece sculpted by the environment and its people. This poem is about the heart as art and how you saved my broken canvas.

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