In The Echoes Of My Being Reside The Shattered Pieces Of Yesterday, Yearnings Of Today, And Curiosity

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she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry

never send it”

Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.

Anneshwa Paul

Sky's pink as she is shy,

we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?

We're all like the sunset skies ✨

A breath of an artist is an art in itself, bejewelled recollection of a billion poignant tales. A heroic poetry of a broken heart that mends a million cracks around.

-Anneshwa 🌻

Today the clouds arrived, sealed in a sunset envelope, my cheeks turned tender pink reading the most beautiful letter from nature.

Anneshwa paul

“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.”

— Federico García Lorca

My art is for myself first, it's a vortex of my complex emotions. I channel my inner thoughts and feelings into it. I try not to let them dominate or paralyze me, instead use them to create something meaningful. So when you see a quote or picture by me, know that it comes from a very vulnerable place but when it goes out it makes me stronger. My art is for you and for all, but first, it's for me.

- Anneshwa