This is an ode to creators of all kind. Namaste. Louise.
Written by Louise.E.
The brightest yellow,
Touched.
The brightest orange,
Filled a heart.
A heart of Gold,
Came to life.
A life of rhyme,
Starts to shine.
The sun of today,
Is the rain of tomorrow,
The words of the poet,
The way of love and sorrow.
Touched by the yellow,
Turned into orange,
To the painters brush,
To the writers Poem.
Make the paint,
In to gold,
The words into,
Brocade.
Lets make a symphony,
Of colors,
Of words in paint.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-03-28 at 20:51
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Colors like a symphony.
Colors like a symphony.Written by Louise.E.
The brightest yellow,
Touched.
The brightest orange,
Filled a heart.
A heart of Gold,
Came to life.
A life of rhyme,
Starts to shine.
The sun of today,
Is the rain of tomorrow,
The words of the poet,
The way of love and sorrow.
Touched by the yellow,
Turned into orange,
To the painters brush,
To the writers Poem.
Make the paint,
In to gold,
The words into,
Brocade.
Lets make a symphony,
Of colors,
Of words in paint.
Poetry by Louise 55
Read 488 times
Written on 2017-03-28 at 20:51
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