Watercolor comes to mind

Watercolor comes to mind

each moment in time

when walks between

those aspen lined trees

gave speech a reason to believe

such beauty would last beyond

resolutions made in the past.

Murky waters come to mind

each time scribbled thoughts of

heartless love

singes paper in rhymes.

Imagination needs to be viewed

in the raw

so take a closer look

read the unfinished book.

burn baby burn

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