As a choreographed ballet sways with balance and perfection, sunlight glistens
through silken shawls while a few lace ribbons float around with the wind.
Natures creations in full bloom, petals fluttering up a wind song as the breeze
whistles through bouquets of timeless beauty. Kneeling at the edge rows,
the wind rustles through my long silky hair; I become part of the symphony.
Immersed in this wondrous creation... I am forever, painted in the canvas.
by Barry Anderson
It's good to see this. With
It's good to see this.
With the painting it is really good
I am a big fan
Just stay away from that damn reaper
Painted Canvas:
Beautiful write and lovely content to your poetry. The poem you have created here has a dreamtime quality about it, very surreal, I enjoyed the poem very much. Each line of your stanza's attracted the reader's attention and I personally was a little spell bound.
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