PainterA Poem by Marlice MorganHere comes the tiny painter the buckets in her hand. Her raven hair is flowing as waves crash on the land. her tiny toes are spreading upon the beaches sand.
she reaches high into the sky to paint the pale moonlight. then over to the velvet blue to paint the stars so bright.
her canvas is the sleeping world her paint the universe She the little painter girl who paints upon the earth © 2019 Marlice Morgan |
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