A Painting Made For Me

A beautiful sun...
A painting made for me
If colours were words...
They would soar like birds
In a sky made for me
 
The heart knows
The colours I see
For, I feel them
In a painting made for me
 
A sunset
The colour of honey
Washed away
Tumbling clouds
In a painting made for me
 
Dusklight
In a sky made for me
I saw
What I felt
In a heart made for me
 
A beautiful dying sun
A painting for me
Tumbling clouds
Soaring birds
On a silver sea
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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