Moon Harp

Under silver sign of pink poetess She was born blue uniquely blessed Like Tiffany glass are her rosy red remarks Inspiring poetry despite brown broken heart With a name so beautiful like flower bloom Indigo imagine cherubs playing harps by moon Could song be as long as reverie she inspires Moon Harp is her name, her poetry is red fire I can honestly say I’m in a writer’s block Yellow kind words dipped in ink so hot Purple pen paints phrases like polka dots Writing little couplets from cranberry heart