Paint in a brush.
Mixing colors in your mind.
From black to white.
From blue to red.
I see you drawing
what you see.
A beautiful landscape
and I travel with you as you paint.
And you create art.
You put together what falls apart.
You do it by heart.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA recompilation of poems of a girl who has been travelled to a lot of places in her mind. From happiness to depression and depression to find happiness again. Dedicated to all those people who has been travelling into those places like me. © All...
