Within each stroke,
a brittle hint of glass,
a burning stain,
wild, pained, reverent.
stills her brush
cedes her palette,
(Recommended viewing: Vincent and Theo)
art, Mothers, Nature, poetry, Vincent and Theo, Vincent Van Gogh
May 12, 2016 at 1:44 pm
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May 13, 2016 at 1:14 am
Many thanks, Angie. 🙂
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