Painting
As the paint brush moves adding color to the scene,
It comes to life and surrounding becomes serene
A place for the mind to visit from a photo before
As a memory is kept, when the mind opens a door
An image that may travel to another place
For others to enjoy and time does not erase
Painting merges the past with the present in a frame
Sitting still for observation, not one painting is the same
Heidi Sands
7/2/21
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2021
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