The Magic Paint Brush
Beauty beyond belief
The Magic Paint Brush
Cold air moves through empty rooms
a brush stirs awake in silence
dipped in colour, thick with life
ready to change what eyes believe
A stroke drifts across blank space
paint spreads like living memory
gold and shadow twist together
forming doors no one expects
Walls soften under its touch
hard edges begin to breathe
cracks fill with sudden colour
as if the world learns again
It paints rivers through still air
blue bleeding into burning light
horizons bend at its command
nothing stays exactly the same
A sky opens without warning
heavy with shifting colours
storms unfold in layered tones
each drop a painted heartbeat
The brush moves like a secret
guided by unseen emotion
each colour holds a feeling
too deep for words to carry
What it creates cannot stay still
it lingers in the space between
reality and quiet dreaming
where thought begins to dissolve
Then it rests in fading light
bristles stained with what it made
waiting for the next awakening
when colour calls it back again
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About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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