painting words
I love, painting words as I write
to fit in the moments sight
of what I see and what I feel
because half the time, its just not real...
I love listening to paintings as I walk
in the galleries, by myself, with no one to talk
But I hear these works of Art
down to the brush stroke where they start
And wonder if the painter had it planned
where the brush strokes would land
but that is how I write, when it hits
spewing words, and watch as it sits
On my page of letters are scribed
emotions that are often imbibed
by day dreams or fantasies
which ever you please...
that only my heart sees...
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