Paint On the Street.

A blinding white light, 

She hugged her knees tighter.

In flashes-  

She thought of happy things, childhood memories, him. 

the clashing- got louder

Him; who she wished for.

the veranda now a small stream

She looked out for the last time.

While the sky continued to cry

She got up and drew the curtain.

The light no more filled her room-

She picked up a paintbrush.

As the clouds continued to roar 

Her art, filled a blank canvas

And the sky’s, filled the streets. 

 

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