Untitled II KHY D. CANILLO
The flowers went dry. The sun is dying inside and so her brain, draining as she tries. She’s out of words; she’s lost as she tries to stare in her blank notes. I used to love this, she thought. Grey and dark colliding in her heart. Can’t figure out what’s happening inside her art. And so the sky begin to cry. It seems the clouds were unseen. The star were forsaken. Yet, His love remains saying … Embrace all your thorns. Let go your fears. Ease your heart from tears. As the flowers went dry she realized, she should count the flowers that still blooms; not the leaves that fall.
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