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Sonnet #3
April 15, 2015
The art that surrounds me is in your eyes
you can feel the brushstrokes from where you sit
I can mix the colors to create more lies
the people can swarm us with their wise and wit.
Walls are exploding with canvases
you never showed me how lovely you are
now I am aware of all your paint messes
and I aim to finger paint you from afar.
The selection of flowers and still life
is speaking once again to my sleeping soul
that will awake once your wandering wife
is finding her Truth at a Rabbit Hole.
I can analyze the colors you choose,
while you moan and cry about painting the blues.
Christina Strigas
Comments:
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Chrissy as usual your words just take me in- I love to be lost in your talent and beauty. Love this piece Xo
Grateful always for your kind words. X so amazing to hear
You’re amazing to read :))
Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
Grateful x curtsy my friend
My pleasure indeed (*/\◔‿◔/\*)
An awesome read <3
thanks so much Violet x
Lovely as always, a little different from your usual material but still fantastic.
can’t be too predictable, thank you.