Driven by winter snow,
By cold icy rain,
She wrote a few warm lines
To heal a long-lasting pain.
Pictures of Black and White
Developed through Spiritual light...
She painted them with pencils,
Then made and marked with a stencil.
Driven by a deep sigh,
A leafy snowdrop eye,
By wind, breaking blue sprout,-
She cried to herself with a shout
Quietly alone...
These lines were her Soul!
What was important now
Muses and Angels flying
To save a Woman's Spirit,-
And keep her hope undying.
Driven! My artistic drive!
© Copyright: Яни Сит, 2005
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