Credit: Thomas Saliot

A breath of warm air,
creates a canvas of condensation.
A finger, her brush, draws blindly.

Her kryptonite is the sun
to rise and evaporate her
art away.

She will stay drawing,
beyond the morning dew,
creating temporary fantasies
on a canvas of condensation

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