Showing posts with label Color. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Color. Show all posts
i love that fire
which burns in accordance
to their own dreams
the passion they bestow
through depth and by
their chaos:
forever instilled
so beautifully.
through the pages and paintings
and chapters so long
as i embrace the
colors-
i am an unleashed moth
yearning for the next
moment they conjure another
perfect musing.
i am indeed in love
with poets.
Watch every stroke of color
That grazes tender into a world
Of lovely life, into forever
Such gracefulness before my eyes
I watch what burns within a passion
Where they exist, and I do fade
As I drown myself deep in the lasting
Luminous texture that has its way
Of deeply resulting in all my dreams
And in these words I confess to how
They do seem to make me believe
What feelings they unveil with setting
The image, which never fails to touch
A soul like mine for the painter blooms
Beauty echoed right through a brush
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