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Me and Van Gogh’s Starry Nights
By Sumedha Chatterjee
In the realm of Van Gogh's craftsmanship is where I dwell, a girl, whose imagination blend.
Adoring his strokes, colours that dance, in starry night's embrace, I find myself in a soft trance.
Lost in swirls of yellow moonlight and white cosmic hue, I see myself in this masterpiece forever.
Amongst the stars, my spirit takes a flight, in the Van Gogh's starry night, a truly magical sight.
As the night sky whispers my secrets untold, I wander through these colours of bold and gold.
An amalgamation of dreams, reality that screams, in this celestial realm, I find my heart.
Beneath the crescent moon's gentle glow, my essence merges with Van Gogh's flow.
A dance of light, a balance of sight,in this starry night, my soul takes a flight.
So let me roam in this painted domain, where imagination knows no restrain.
A girl, in Van Gogh's embrace, lost in the beauty of his celestial grace.
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
And is it not the brightest stars
That burn out the quickest
That birth the most beautiful destructions
- Supernova unbecoming// All the stars are already ghosts// And in this way was Starry Night not an obituary
Vincent visited by the ghost of his departed wife. Lines vs colour. From Ottoway vol 2.
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Te odeio, porque gosto de você, não vou enlouquecer por que demora pra me responder, se seu sentimento é bipolar problema seu; eu me amo mais.
Ps: tem uma coisa que você não pode me dar, Eu mesma.
Eu vou sempre expressar tudo o que estou sentindo, minha vizinha morreu do coração por sempre fingir que estava tudo bem.
Nunca dou certo no amor, eu encarno um personagem pessimista que acaba logo com tudo.