Love Through Oils Poem by Mark Gannon
Love Through Oils
Colors, meshed and smirred in form,
only as free as one's mind.
Closing her eyes is a world unknown,
but rarely ever unkind.
Regardless of the skies,
blue, pink, red, grey.
a time to come into her mind
to see just what she thinks about as she lays.
As flowingly as oils,
and as free as a brush
alone to ones self-affection,
she keeps alot into herself
with a great hush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/16/2024 12:58:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
dont be a stranger my darling. please.