To see the colors
Blended like lyric
Pieces of yesterday
Ear worm
Hum along to the foxy one
And touches of grey
Decorate my temple
We will survive
Through mastery of craft,
We will be remembered
Touched by strokes
Boar bristle swatch
Paints the history
I’ve lived
I move
I sway
I feel life
Wash over
In crimson oil
Anointed by the
Masters hand
Through word
Through art
Through living.
Thanks, I love art and writing to it. π smiles π
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Thank you my friend;)
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This is amazing π
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Oh, I love all the art in this–wonderful.
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Thanks prior:) I love two thumbs:)
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That’s so nice of you π
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Thanks Morgan:) back at ya:)
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excellent jobs with your words here – could feel the beat – and just read it a few times and it was even more satisfying –
I move
I sway
I feel life
two thumbs up!
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Thank you, I will most certainly check it out;)
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Very Lovely π
Blessings Friend~
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Very well written. I loved it more being an artist π do have a look at my blog when you have a moment http://priyapareek.wordpress.com
Thank you π
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