• piyusha_s 10w

    Art in her heart

    No matter how much they criticize,
    Or try to pull her in the quicksand,
    The stars she looks at every night,
    Help her escalate in her dreamland,
    The huge telescope she holds,
    Guides her through these window blinds,
    As she replaces the empty sky,
    With the constellations her imagination unwinds,
    Even when the phases of the moon vary,
    They'd all stare in awe,
    Of how she exchanged smiles with the stars,
    And connected pieces of the sky's jigsaw,
    They'd then realize that,
    They wouldn't ever outsmart,
    The colours that lie within her,
    And all the art in her heart.