I wish I were Van Gogh.
\nHe had a life made of sunflowers.
\nHe had an affair with the sun.
\nHis fingers drew her face
\nin the flowers.
\nHe loved a star.
\nHe lived in a rhapsody of light.
\nHe stood in the tide
\nof a golden sea
\nthat washed his feet.
\nHis brushes melted in the color
\nof the earth.
\nHis heart evaporated into paint,
\nand his face
\nbecame one Starry Night,
\nafter sunset.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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…<\/p>\n