A basket of fruit I wish to paint:
Pineapple, orange, grapes,
This is the palette I must acquaint
You with; escapes
Into my heart which harbors love,
City of Refuge, peace,
Having no wish to kill the dove
Bringing the writ: Release.
LRH
3.7.06
Ignore those paints and canvas, we love your poetry and find it a plentiful and tasty harvest right here at PH! -chuck
Linda, you are a clever, clever woman and your palette must be bursting with rainbows. Hugely enjoyable - have a 10 Hugs Anna xxx
Very nice, Linda. A trip into a heart filled with peace...a palette which speaks of the fruits of love. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And what a release Peace unleashes. Beautiful poem. Susie.