I Can See It Devour Me Jamie Lim After Emily Dickinson I can see it devour me - when I laid the paint The light touches of the brush The light touches of the pencil Freeing the bird inside the cage The ticking clock - unresting, unstopping And storms that were roaring and raging The witnesses - seeing a new world After the storms have receded The bird perched - the brushes moving Everything free - flying and singing Full of harmony - there it stood The colorful painting The dripping water - orange and yellow The wet floor - stained with color A masterpiece finished and varnished There my thoughts flourished
Reaching Hands Ruby Ross
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