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colors are the companion’s of her moods.
confused and fused together…
blended in shades of perpetual psychedelia.
she scorn’s the iridescent stains
on the pallet of her mind.
flame’s burn and scorch her thought’s
binding them to countless, nameless shame’s

Beneath a frozen moon she drink’s the mist of liquid twilight
and melts into the lava of the undignified self,
taunted by unknown tomorrow’s.
sunset smears the horizon as she bathes
in the soft caress of fragrant rain…
she is the breath of mother earth,
the capricious daughter of Van Gogh,
the muted prophecies of Gibran,
the whore of Babylon.
she is birth, death, love, hate, joy, sorrow.
a subtle portrait crowned with wisdom.
she caresses her pain in eloquent solitude,
She is Woman.


I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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