The flow of words that trickled down her pen,
After years of the clot, it finally busted out,
pouring down every bit of her into the empty canvas.
Painting colors vivid and bright
Red, blue, green, pink, purple, and even grey.
And the tinge of black and white in between
further enhances the flavor.
Flavors that had gone bland for so long are finally back,
the tanginess with every single line never willing to cease.
Her canvas finally sprung back to life!
With her ink playing the music so soothing,
its every beat breathing back life to her lines.
Tune composed so melodious compelling every foot to tap to it.
