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Painted Glory

A pink red sun hovers above my bed Beneath the sea I ride my horse aloft With streaming mane through currents swirling path To see his majesties evening show Every day I wonder how he thrills my soul He mixes up his paints and flings his brush aside Against the sun to spill some yellow glow Then blue strokes turn satin sky purple soft Jagged mountain rises up, falls back to the sea And last the waves are strewn above the shore

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/21/2019 7:34:00 AM

You have such an artistic, poetic, heart. Do you also paint? As an avid painter, I just have to tell you I have my own studio, and I adore being in there.

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 6/21/2019 1:01:00 PM

No, but I've been a fused glass/ stained glass artist for many years. And a photographic artist all my life. I do photos of waves that people think are painted. It's always what I wanted to be when "I grew up"...

Heidi Sands

Date: 6/10/2019 5:53:00 PM

Oh, I am glad I was led to this. I love it. . I am a painter and can relate to this. Well done! :)

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 6/11/2019 9:43:00 AM

Thank you. I always wanted to be a painter and so appreciate the talent and magic of a painter.