painting soothed him
Van Gogh’s paints were his friends
they understood him more than most
spoke to him through relaxing swirls and whorls
he would never be famous
others did not appreciate his art
but he was compelled to create
Painting soothed him
chased away a few of his demons
he did not feel complete
but he felt more together with them
than he would have without them
He began to paint the wild night sky
it was fascinating
made him feel free and fresh
He died having no idea
anyone would see any of his work
after he was gone…
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