"my Painting"
Like a painting on the wall, a story not yet told...
The colors like words flow together and never old..
Step into this scene as you read my words aloud...
My pencil like a brush travels across like a cloud...
This canvas takes a meaning as the lines start to blend...
My pallet is my mind as I draw from life with little mend...
Framed by a trampled path that holds together this scene..
Sentences like a landscape show a man from a teen...
Left with words and colors to express myself through my dreams...
Now on a wall and in a book this life is how it seems...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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