The picture lay upon the table, the finest work that he had ever produced. Serenity in the features of the windswept child - Her intensity, deduced. Rain fell freely from the canvas - On the floor a watery concoction of the colour brown, spiralling, spiralling, spiralling down, To puddled footprints and the door ajar, of the sleeping house at quiet night, disturbed by nothing but her urgent flight, to free herself of her (captured) restraint unlocked. The soul beneath the paint. Leaving only emptiness inside the frame. The girl that bore no name.
Reason for writing:
An artists finest work finds life beyond the canvas.
Birth sign: Gemini
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