Author: Duffer13 PM
A poem dedicated to my love of art.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Fantasy - Words: 145 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3050027
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The sky above is an airborne ocean; the ground below an itchy bed of green and brown.
The wind runs through me as the image finally arrives. I grab my sketchbook and pull the picture from my mind with a pencil.
Once charcoal touches paper, a new world is born...
A world of my own filled with layers of tress.
A place in my mind where rivers never run dry. Where the sun always shines and flowers never die.
I can sleep in the shade while fairies dance above me. All my troubles drown themselves in the lake beside me.
It is here, in my perfect world, where I am finally at peace.
But not for long...
Once my drawing is finished, I am pulled back into cruel reality.
My perfect world exists only in my mind; the only way to travel is by sketchbook.