Painting By Numbers
A shade of clear caresses red
dabbed upon each aching edge
a sweetened birch lies ever near
await mere embers to appear
In holy rest her amber hue
a roseate glow paints such a view
gentle strokes do pass and glide
pure color beats and breathes inside
With light and shade a vision lives
in moves and shapes a feeling gives
a pensive air floats through each brush
as passion seeks her loving touch
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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