The spirit of a painting

The spirit of a painting
Its when you see the spirit of a painting, that’s when you can truly feel the emotions of the artist, the energy that flows though his fingertips, the pain on the canvas, you can see the rivers of tears.. And the longing for her. Then as you go deeper into the paint of color.. You see the miles of footsteps in the sand. He walks along the see shore, his hair blowing in the wind, stuck to the wetness on his cheeks of pure sorrow tears, he looks tired, nights he can’t sleep. I miss you he whispers to the wind.. His heart is broken off sadness, and in the corner you see grey.. I wish it was me who died of the evil that poisend you veins, I wish it was me.. I miss you..

Posted from WordPress for BlackBerry.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s