The whitewashed walls

needed reinventing

new bones waiting

for a splash of color

to be revealed

under the chipped plaster

craving the tender touch

of an artist with vision

who could hold

an endless palette

see the woman

in a field of lotus flowers

the dragonfly taking flight

from the palm of her

outstretched hand




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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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