For a feeling
that breaks into blossom
where dreams seed
there are no adequate words
but there are colors
that tell it
and those I would paint
over sunrise, backlit
if I had the right brush
For a feeling
that breaks into blossom
where dreams seed
there are no adequate words
but there are colors
that tell it
and those I would paint
over sunrise, backlit
if I had the right brush
Yes that is where it is.:) Beautiful!
-Jennifer
Thanks, Jennifer!
Your words have always struck my vision with the vibrancy of the fullest palette, Susan. Your words paint the dawn with such honesty.
Now you have reduced me to a pile of blushes. Thank you!
wow! Just beautiful!
Thanks, Noel. It’s that kind of may morning here–just gorgeous…
Smooth fluidity of words, Susan
Thank you!
Very, very nice 🙂 I can never find the right brush either.
Fun trying though, isn’t it? Glad you liked.
I’m thinking you would be a great finger painter.
Oh, thank you, Nelle. I would have fun, at least 😀
What a merging and immersing of delicacy !
Oh, Debbie, thanks so much. Love your words!
Painting is like a dream while awake… 😉 Love it!
Thank you, Mary! Wish I could paint…but it all looks like ick. My daughter is the artist in ths family.