Sketching is my therapy

Pages grew stronger on her
Anger and fear have the same expression
My clouds are my craft
She is hopeful
Turn away from the unreal
Count your Blessings
Wild and free, she danced away the dark
The wind has a story to tell
Music has its way into our soul
Meet me here above the clouds
The wind within her was strong and alone
Looking into wilderness
I am the reason my stars shine the brightest
She stood there all day long
Her scars make her more beautiful
Her fear has a face!
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Count your Blessings