The poetess and the paintbrush

Under the silver moon half eaten by the darkness,

a cup of warm tea in her hand, and a paintbrush in the other, a white canvas awaits

her back to pen and paper

tears fall down her cheeks.

  1. ohh I love it. It is like torn between two lovers.


  2. OOOOOH I LOVE THIS. I LOVE the way you write. I really do.

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