The Wheatfield
You painted the wheatfield,
In a fashionable way.
You gave us a sense of wonder,
The lovely skies of your days.
Your mesmerizing sunflowers,
Give us the study of delight.
You presented movement,
When you painted starry night.
With beautiful swirls you painted,
In most of your later work.
The pain in your head was intense,
That caused your heart to hurt.
Extinguishing your candle of creativity,
By your own two hands and will.
You took your life away from us,
In your very muse; the wheat field.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
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