Dagmar Wilson


Paint And Brushes - Poem by Dagmar Wilson

When I'm sad, my depression sinking in
paint and brushes become my best friend
dots and strokes, black is my color
pouring out my soul


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 12, 2012



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