After 20 years, the white door opened.
When I walked through I was transported to a room full of beauty.
The magical feeling of being surrounded by the blaze of flaming colors – crimsons, indigos, blues, reds, oranges, greens and violets- took me back to days of youth when I used my hands to create colorful works of art.
I picked up a paintbrush
No words or pictures
A story ready to unfold
Thats’ a creative poem about art ! 🙂
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Inspiring! Please post your paintings.
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Perhaps I will – one day. Thanks for stopping by.
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I’m happy you passed by and was able to read it. Stop by again.
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Very nice. Well written and expressive.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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A very lovely haibun! I’m so glad I got to read it!
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