SEAT OF MY SOUL

My brush is a bird

that paints in red

loquacious and free

stroke by stroke

color comes out

captivating me

 the dancing rain

 on my fingertips

flick of my wrist

of secrets born

passions chiseled

in precious stone

©AvdL 2015

Edited

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