To spill my paint forming running puddles
Of purple and blue wet like the sea
Dip my brush and drag it onto virgin canvas
Steal the vacant lot
I will paint for you
Capture the dancing gold of dawn
Harness the reds of a heated summer afternoon
Preserve the onyx nights and silver moon
And wrap the portraits in pretty paper
Present them while we picnic
A basket filled with the baited breath
Of new beginnings
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Running puddles of purple and blue colours spill forming wise imagery of friendship as these paint for friends capturing the dancing golden moment of dawn. This is nicely penned poem is shared here.10