She used to sell her paintings
on a wooden bench
As a swan looks at his mate
the tourists looked at them
Her people were lifeful
her natural disasters frightful
her lands peaceful
her waters calmful
Her name was then unknown
the price of masterpieces low
One day she came home
possessed by anger and alcohol
She called her painting
The secrets of life
The moment of madness
made her famous
No one will ever know
In the minutes of wildness
to punish the canvas
she followed the desire
lifeful, frightful, peaceful, calmful... like essential oils the way they grease the wheels of your magical poem
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Katya! :)
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