How a writer paints through words!
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” _Leonardo da Vinci
The hues of the horizon fused into each other, glowing a Light that was so pure…the sun, it started to descend into its cave. The dense smell of coffee united itself with the chill in the air. Coffee comforted the Souls with it’s warmth, liberating them. The soft breeze collided smooth skins to make them feel at home. The Souls drank in the sweet smell of coffee which blew around them as the chirping of the birds rocked Souls to the rhythm of a magical fantasy. The Fairy godmother enchanted lives with a tinge of magic!