The colors are changing, the tune rearranging,
Like the Autumn's evening of gold.
The strings are singing, my heart is beating,
And the tune has me in its hold!
better times, better rhymes,
Why can't I go back to that?
But worlds stop, aspirations topped,
And the children start to clap!
People were crying, love was dying,
My mind, the void of our runes,
Now I am gold, I feel overflowed,
In the bewitching endless tune!
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Art Inspired poetry
PoesíaWe live in a world full of beautiful art and ravishing words. I put them together. Each chapter is a poem inspired by artwork from around the world. Comment your favorite artwork for me to write about or send me a pic of your own art at silverfire13...
