Member-only story
A poem
Staring at a canvas imbued with lines,
Traces of human features, toes and flesh,
My breath slows down,
I am present in the moment,
Admiring hours of dedication,
Every stroke, every line carefully curated,
it is as magnificent as looking up at the stars,
Pure forms of beauty,
A beauty that gives me time to ponder questions to life.
© Z-Louise 2024. All Rights Reserved.
