An attempt at blank verse gone horribly, horribly wrong. o_O.

A girl called Sarah paints pictures that come to life.

Based on a Picture of an Easel and Paints.

An artist paints.

When a person is ridiculously high on a pedestal there is no way that you can possibly compare.

From the author of Treetops and Tidepools, the story of how she learned to paint by doing, and from copying those who can.

A woman’s life remains full – even becomes better in some ways – after she is in a car accident.

Poem that describes how autumn winds affect the night sky, dusk to darkness. For, as dusk dissolves, Heaven’s fires ignite. Autumn winds whisper through the night. Much more imagery found here.

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