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| The Starry Night by Vincent VanGogh |
Starry, Starry Night
By Darrianna Harris
I once heard…
When we are happy music is enjoyed,
But when we are sad the lyrics are understood.
Your struggle with insanity shows through your artwork.
Knowing your life story, I now understand
How you suffered with sanity still with the brush in your hand.
Art was the beauty in your unthinkable life,
You still chose to take it away.
One was sold.
Many stories told
About the Legend that never fit in, but his paintings are in frames on empty walls.
Your work can stand alone, like you were.
Wish there was someone there to let you know,
How that Starry Starry Night was not only seen by you, but those who loved just as hard.
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