20/4/14
Brush strokes on the page
Whole masterpiece of a new stage
Swirling with raw emotion
Iris' glowing with devotion
No smile, but not yet a frown
A straight line, ends turned down
Lightly, lighter, the small brush will paint
Red and blue patches on her face
White and clear
Are the portraits tears
Stuck in time, she cries in woe
Her made-up skin, paled to snow
But all is part of the main picture
Canvas coated with all but literature
Dark splotches and light patches
Open doors and closed hatches
Curled vines and blooming flowers
Hiding their healing powers
Pets and wild things
The happiness the painting rings
For now, the masterpiece get bigger each day
Every piece fits, no matter any mistake
This painting, centred on you
Paints your memories, through and through
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Me
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