Until she finds those
wide & wild brushstrokes,
Until her hands move
with air & light,
Until line & form
cease to define her,
We will stand in
the halls of masters,
Breathe brief freedom
like air.
Until she finds those
wide & wild brushstrokes,
Until her hands move
with air & light,
Until line & form
cease to define her,
We will stand in
the halls of masters,
Breathe brief freedom
like air.
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