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Flowers Painted Painter man,master of the brush. Colors swirling into magic, With your artist touch. Melting onto your canvas,like a lover's caress Splendid hues of yellows,powdery whites, Intoxicating me with a breath of colors delight. Mint greens,butterscotch browns,and Silky blues. A kiss of Pink enthralls my view. How did you know tears have been soaking my face? Hurt following me with its companions, Trickery and Deceit. With favorite colors you paint Delicate flowers into form,that speak to me Of a gentler kinder world. My imagination flows through your painters brush Colors blooming pillows of orchids At the sunrise's touch. I love this painting that sings to me in the night This gift a part of you to me, How kind,how right. |
Additional Notes:
I was looking one day at a picture of Marilyn Monroe in a ballarina's costume and this poem came to mind.
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