Chapter One: A Blind Painter
As she gently strokes her paint brush with ease
She can feel the serenity of blue
Smooth affection for joyfulness of pink
The renewal and growth of life of green
The orange's prosperity and passion
The merriment and excitement of pink
Though she cannot see the vibrant colors
Due to a loss vision in womanhood
A painter for most time since her childhood
She still continues to paint for passion
Yet within the solitude of her room
She continues to do her art passion
Each stroke of brush's a relief to her grief
To escape into a magical world
After a long nights of storm and thunders
To turn the heavy burden of anguish
Into none other than pure joyfulness
Alongside the cool winds from windows
That gives her more the feeling of comfort
She yet attempts to paint the peaceful skies,
The yellowish brown mountains and the hills
The smoothing waves of the running river,
And grasses with various flowers on them.
Lost into the excessive happiness,
She felt the wind that blows from side windows Became cooler and more refreshing
What it feels for the first time in various years
She suddenly sensed the brightness of light,
The sounds of indistinct sudden voices
They became louder like thunders from night
That she finally lost touch of her brush.
Within a few seconds of stranger things
She became indifferent to her place,
She feels she no longer sits on her chair
But rather on a wide field of grasses
She could strongly smell the various flowers.
She examined her place through sense of smell
She clearly attempted to hold the flowers
Terrified and confused for what happened,
She tried to scream to see if she's alone
The winds just went stronger that its harshness
The sound of waves of river's clamorous
She continues to walk more steps forward,
Unknown where she wishes to head to.
Though lost in confusion on how she came
She suddenly felt a sense of relief
The same as when one's chains have been broken
And be set free from the complete silence
She just walks to examine her new place
With her heightened sense of the touch and smell
Until her feet touched waves of the river
She leaned towards it to wash her dry face
The water feels cold and completely clean
The moment her hand touches the water
All of her stresses were suddenly healed
For the first time in her life, she felt free.
Without the need of approval of people,
She felt she had met her true self
Filled with merriment from what she just felt
She only continued to flash water
She finally has seen the shade of blue
Truly, words are not enough to describe
For surprise and gladness for her healed sight,
She looked above to see her surroundings
She looked at her own modern fashion sense
For she entered the scene with the same clothes.
She can now clearly see the brown mountains,
The flowers with grass and waves of river.
She was amazed that tears of joy streamed down.
Fully glazed at the mesmerizing sight
She ran around, touched every flower
She held sight of two mountains from afar
She tried to swim in the flowing river
She played around with the energy
Of the nature that she has just created
She continued to glaze around and walked
On every step on grasses to enjoy
'I can't believe my painting is this beautiful'
said she to herself on every detail
Of the creation she proudly painted
'I am very happy you can see them.'
Another voice has struck from her behind
She then turned around to see who it was
