Saturday, March 7, 2009

Rivers of paint...




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

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