Flavors Of Portraits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flavors Of Portraits



Slowly moving into outer labyrinths,
looking for things to clasp together.

Making a picture in mind then framing it
with golden words and beautiful colors.

Tasting the flavors of portraits,
standing along the hallways of my mind.

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