Placed my vase
Of flowers
At the opened window,
Through which the colors enter me,
From the sky, the city, those trees,
Placed my vase
Full of my hues
To catch morning dews,
At the opened window,
Through which coolness enters me,
Placed my poems
At the window opened,
Full of my essence,
To catch the moist mist as a sense,
As my heart's paint...
As colors the season festive lends...
For eyes yours,
For minds yours,
For souls...
Sure.
(Note: painting courtesy: S.Carlos)
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