(Blue air)


I am sadness In a box

I am the flower in your eyes

I am the sand In the blue air

Pretending changes two lies In a empty mirror

I am sadness In a box


A loose bird

A canon shoot true that dead box

Mad science In light above

I am me let the time tell

And the color talk





Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2008-12-26 at 13:27

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Nathalia
Beautiful, pure and simple.

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2008-12-28


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2008-12-27



let colour talk, let colour create, let colour out of your very being, open the box. :)

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2008-12-27



I liked this, I could feel the painter in the poet, keep creating until you see the light change, if you don't like blue, is my advice.

Merry Christmas

Smiling at you

Tai

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2008-12-26


Puddled
Very Colourful!
Clever use of words
The need to reinvent and vent is smt I've been perusing too.
U've painted my mind with this one...
Prefer this line as the title: I am the sand In the blue air

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2008-12-26