Original Art by RusA 

Her hand she lays on the paper, Her heart she gives to art. Lost fragments of dreams to Recover, To fly freely like a dove. Her dialogue is always about Love, lights, gleam. She talks of beautiful sunsets. Yes, she finds her visions in A dream. Don't think she is incapable Of healing your sorrows. She always masters a plan. She'll touch your heart without Intent, Never stays more than minutes, But you'll miss her when she's gone. ~*RusA*~