I only paint with watercolors
that are made from my tears.
one would think,
it would seem to be,
a long time between renderings.
feelings are my faucet source.
the canvass is across my mind.
use pigments of my imagination.
renderings are sometimes sweet sorrows.
it is the workings of an emotional hand
and the critical aspiring eye of an empathic.
for I want to see,
what you feel,
with my very own sense of being,
this is my catharsis way
of wanting to be,
soul to soul . . .
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