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
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Hope Island QLD, Australia
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SEAT OF MY SOUL 
August 10, 2015 at 6:30 am
A to Z. Go, go. go!
August 10, 2015 at 4:47 pm
Thanks for visiting 🙂
August 10, 2015 at 7:28 am
What a fascinating video to pair with your poem…art does seem to out live the artists.
August 10, 2015 at 4:47 pm
Thanks my friend 🙂
August 13, 2015 at 5:17 pm
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