“Inspired by tragedy
Woven tapestries
Painted pained pictures
Scriptures
marking the lives we lead
Never showing light
of days gone by
Ill fated chances
taken only to wound
the remains of the heart”
“I must find
new colors
to capture the moments..”
Moments of every beat
Picking pieces to mend
with reds blues yellows
and greens
I picked flowers
The green and blue
they were for you
The sun and dew
Made for few
thoughts of future
and splitting of two
I walked the sun
The rays they run
a distance of none
to show how slow
love comes to go
Catching flight
to infinite light
Bouncing stars
return from far
Precious sees
hanging on trees
leaves
strains of past
Making for last
impressions of grandeur
Standing still
the will
to cling the promise of forever
I picked flowers
The green and blue
they were for you
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