Lexi Perplexes Me
There once was a paint brush, without hesitation,
was stretching the branches of color before me
Bold geometrics, artistic affections,
some which have tangled,
mixing the hues of
crimson and umber, which changes the view
from where I am standing, with such admiration
Wedged deep in my fancy
I'm drawn to a tree
Yet almost imagine, a deer looks at me
with antlers, or branches, which?,... I can't decide...
Is this a mixed message, once buried to hide?
A view of the simple, is better by far
becomes the exception
like reaching for stars
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5/26/15
For Contest "Lexi's Art/Life Story-- Visual 5
Sponsored By Mystic Rose
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