The Flair of a Paintbrush

When I see the color

Swirl onto the white canvas

My walls crumble before me

My world grows bigger

The wild prairies of Kansas 

Sleep under the night sea

That which held countless stars that hover

Over my eyes and dance with madness

Onto my canvas for the eye to see

 

 

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