Monet sunset of neurotic twirled oranges' pink,
cathedraled blusterings of thunderheads high,
lighting, highlighting twilight grays' usurpation...
Did I not see, to envy weathered palettes...
Dali sunrise slurring, melting, dripping the sun
liquid over sliding landscapes, framed stark
spires twisted, deadened memories of trees...
Did I not see, to question this palette...
Van Gogh drags both into a starry, starry day
we feel...
Watch with me...it begins.
elysabeth maybe it's a southern thingy the way it's always seen.. still you captured it's sight with your magical light now others see it as well in you to swell...iip... :)
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I would like to translate this poem
selective ideas. well.penned...10+