I dust off brushes, blowing into the light
Remnants of colours swirl, slowly as a ciggies smoke
Hue lost ago, only fragments remain
Easing their way, languidly
Followed by these eyes
Up, around, drawn in to the warmth
They dance, sparkling, fluttering to and fro
I am entranced with movement
Canvas lies bare, awaiting
Brushes caress
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Once caressed the canvas
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Images brought
By the mind and the eye
ooooo very nice, thank you !
ReplyDeleteas fireflies emit their love song
ReplyDeletewith frantic moves during night
I do like that Speedy :)
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