Cristina Frankel


Artisitic Hands - Poem by Cristina Frankel

A girl stares at me, wide-eyed and eager. She places her artistic hands on my body, skimming her long finger through my hair, and dips me into a pool of colors. She thrusts me on the soft sheet, making the first stroke of many. I begin to see a picture form from something that was once white. It is a dove above the clouds on its morning flight. She smiles once she is done and slowly lifts herself from her seat, leaving me in a dark room to dream of the pictures she creates with the magic of her artistic hands.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2008


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