Every time turning, there is a truth. Every time looking across the horizon. There is a capturing of that perfect picture. Every time seeing that sunset lay. There is a hope. There is a smile. There eyes are twinkling. There perfect moment of bliss. The hope with strength. There is an angel. An angel with grace. An angel with goodness. An angel whom guides. A slight whisper heard. There is a tender smile, sweeping those tears away. There is a dream. There is a belief. There is a light. There is a hope singing in ones heart. Seeing the hope within… There is strength to stay within. There is an angel guiding the lonely and confused. There is an angel whom who is humble to those in pain. The tender smile awakens with tears held back. A warm grin laughs with the sounds of joy. Capturing the perfect sunset though ones eyes. A sound to dance with the burst of colour and clouds. A perfect smile, a perfect sunset to capture a perfect moment. I did this picture in my art course I was practising with the paints just kind of getting the feel, I guess. I also did the tree with Indian ink but yet still need a lot of practice with this medium. But yet again I touched it up on my computer program, fiddling with the colour and added some effects…….