Our PaintingA Poem by stargirl23we painted a painting, you and I and since painting is art my feelings grew I did the most for I was too gentle and not able to tell you to do more your brazenness still helped me and you showed me what water was by painting waves, froth, and stillness and what you painted of the water is what I remember most now we have a painting a ferocious tiger, caressed up to his legs by swaying water yet the rest of him was running high in clouds © 2016 stargirl23 |
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