Visions and dreams are painted
on the canvas of the heart to be replayed.
Joy and tears enter,
brush strokes so fine and detailed
Into the depths are the lines and shadows,
with glint and glare
Like the heart that beats.
The river that flows.
Motion, life is given to our memories
fore ground, back ground.
heaven and earth
heart and soul
For the picture love has painted
in our always stays
Love never dies.
2007-06-09
08:33:30
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kiphyn b
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry