First spring rains
With them comes inspiration
A sort of serenity
Clarity really
I long for canvas
For deep shades of purples and blues
I did it once
Before my hands trembles so
Most details were lost amongst the colors
Lost behind the rampant brush stokes
It was mine though
My crashing waves
My little house
It collects dust somewhere now
Forgotten
Like its creator | 
Submission Name: A PLACE TO GO 
