Mesmerizing green,
mixed with deep dark red,
the result has never been seen,
it could be dusty dead,
dusty dead,
what is that? !
painted with a spinning head,
ends in too dry to watch at
no concentration on the subject
not correct to follow this track,
the only way out,
never shout
paint when the inside of the head turns full glee,
result is a little wet paint upon me,
great silken look,
celebrated with
mesmerizing green,
mixed with deep dark red,
no more twisting in the inside head,
victory forever,
sure, never dead!
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 14 April 2021
A one of a kind and lovely poem. Beautifully crafted. So mellifluous when read.
The beauty of life and living vividly painted in your words! I really liked your color choice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it is time to do some introspection and identify what to correct. Great write.5****as ever.