Pots of Paints

Colors and shapes and pots and paints

Pop up bright and come to life

I breathe them in

My soul feels light

I never ever want the black and grey

I never ever want the beige and dull

I choose the colour

I choose the white

I choose a new palette

I paint a new way.

4 thoughts on “Pots of Paints”

chris jensen says:

September 16, 2017 at 12:17 am

Reblogged this on crjen1958.

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chris jensen says:

September 16, 2017 at 12:18 am

A Tagging we, shall go darling…..

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ivors20 says:

September 16, 2017 at 8:53 am

A colourful and refreshing poem.

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1. Vonita says:
  
  September 16, 2017 at 10:37 am
  
  Thank you, I felt like something bright!
  
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