I wish I were Van Gogh.
He had a life made of sunflowers.
He had an affair with the sun.
His fingers drew her face
in the flowers.
He loved a star.
He lived in a rhapsody of light.
He stood in the tide
of a golden sea
that washed his feet.
His brushes melted in the color
of the earth.
His heart evaporated into paint,
and his face
became one Starry Night,
after sunset.
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