Rivers of paint
run through my blood
Rivers of unequivocal color
up out of the mud
huts to palaces
every home
where ever tint can roam
every floor
every wall
every tile
every hall
every costume
every dance
every embroidery
every glance
huts to palaces
every home
every garden
every wood
every field
every could
huts to palaces
every home
where ever ever ever
an I might roam
poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 47
