Monday, June 29, 2015

lost in love

woman
happy to be
painting
woman
happy to be
musing


the brush and knife lay still
the colors find their way
to be seen

as the canvas
as the tall grasses moving in the breeze
sun shined
cooking a birthday celebration
of me and you

1 comment:

  1. We dream, sometimes in italics, or strange fonts . . . all the same.

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