Her mind is – 

An avalanche, 

Of make-believe 

And possibility. 

The creation, 

Of a tortured artist – 

That skillfully spills, 

Their soul, 

On canvas blank – 

White as the snow,

That tumbles – 

Down the mountain, 

Unearthing deep rooted, 

Thoughts and feelings. 

When the chaos passes – 

I sometimes hear the echos, 

That caused the ice

To come undone. 

Kevin Brown © 28.10.2016

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