Her mind is -
An avalanche,
Of make-believe
And possibility.
The creation,
Of a tortured artist -
That skillfully spills,
Their soul,
On canvas blank -
White as the snow,
That tumbles -
Down the mountain,
Unearthing deep rooted,
Thoughts and feelings.
When the chaos passes -
I sometimes hear the echos,
That caused the ice
To come undone.
Kevin Brown © 28.10.2016
Ancien Hippie 