Wipe Off, Dear Brush!

Amidst the turbulent ocean,
Her brush,
Wiped off the odd tides,
Ensured the boat continues to sail,
The clutched soul escapes the abyss.

Dancing on the noise of gale,
The tides helped her bounce back.
Out of the shackles not many could see,
The sky embraced her and set her thoughts free.

#Inktober- #2


  1. further to fly
    and that is why
    nothing is the same
    she got the spot from her name
    in bright light s fright
    her starry night
    as the belle of deliberate creations
    rocking across the net
    to my own fate of nations
    well done lady!

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