Painted Wings
Nature has its beauty,
Gliding through the sky.
Going from flower to flower,
Yet slowly passing by.
I see her wings of canvas,
With the shapes and lines.
Of broad and thin strokes,
Made by hands divine.
As she begins to flutter,
Her little heart still sings.
I’m attracted by the color,
Amongst her painted wings.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
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