I Walked the Museum Halls Breathless
This Museum
So quiet
Though
color divine
Screaming
Splashing walls
Dripping of inspiration
O of my portion...I dine
A pallet
A color wheel
Spinning
Endless
Of lines
Curves
O the perfect strokes
Leading
Feeding
To drown
Relentless
In the mirrored river
Of hope
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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