My Passion

My passion is to paint an indescribable picture without a paintbrush

To create a literary masterpiece framed like fine art in your mind.

To weave a beautiful blanket of words that make you feel

That feeling of warm fuzzies deep inside your soul

To cause question to perceptions of the world 

Like a toddler with an endless curiosity

Long after these words have been soaked into these four corners.

My passion is to show even when there is no light

There is still a glimmer of inspiration

 Tangled in these poetic conversations like vines on a house

My words are  the  elements of art

Every line is a bright new color complimenting the others

My passion is to paint an indescribable picture

 

The End

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