Peace of an artist


She was lost in herself
But she was happy there...
Immune to the world
Her innocence was bare...
She was lost in a book
Floating in another world...
Immune to the reality
On a bed, she was curled...
She was lost in a song
Singing on top of her lungs...
Immune to the voices
That came from black tongues...
She was lost in a sketch
Drawing with all her might...
Immune to the dark
As she herself was a light...
She was lost in art
As she was an artist...
She created peace
That will last through mist...
                           

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