She perches herself by the wooden framed window as she stares out at the sky,
The moon reflects off nearby surroundings as the night's silence brings her peace of mind, Time to reflect on the hours that passed by without a pause button and the ones to come, The surety of time has no guarantee, for that she knows. Time entrenches an internal tree as it cultivates its branches, Without limitation they sprout like the shooting stars that elapse through her line of sight, For in practice, barriers surround those who seek to step ahead, A practice of exercise assists those who place one foot infront of the other. For one shall elect to run the opposite direction or persist through those sturdy branches against life's treadmill, The choice recruits the branches with fear and excitement, Disappointment and sorrow, The result could be the worst, for it may prohibit the tree from weaving its branches. It leaves gaps but a fear of falling is not the key, It’s the hand one falls at that damages the bark, For would there be an Eve to hand one an apple or would poison fill its skin? A bite shall open nature's treasure box, once unlocked, it can not be resealed.
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A realistic blow hits the canvas with an electric pulse that triggered the explosion Each impearled drop filled with a blistering red A comfort once found within bursted at the seam, granting permission for the paint's streaming path The blow struck the paint bottle similar to the last A passer-by could hear the piercing the blow brought A human-based event that caused a domino effect Reaching each internal string, it pulls forth each question Why can life not be as simple as this painting? But only the canvas can express the human's intentions and emotions Various interpretations are borne Nevertheless, only the artist knows its significance A chance to illustrate emotion without speech or text No one knows the artist's motives for choosing those strokes and approaches in their life's work A moment of silence played in canvas, covered in paint and surrounded by so many yet understood by few |
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