Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Lily Tierney- A Poem


A Canvas

Dreaming last night
of colors bright
as daylight
brushing across
the canvas of
lost desires.
She awoke to textures
with a wide range of feel.
It was time to decide
she picked without
touching. 
Her heart felt the softness
melting into her being.
She breathed a sigh of relief,
as a white laced curtain blew
in rhythm with the wind.
 
 

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