Silence is his canvas, the voices his paint, and the baton his brush.
One gesture sends it spinning.
Awe inspiring color and sound.
An ever-changing masterpiece in the throat of God.
(written by CyndiLovesPiccolo)
Monday, June 26, 2006
Colours
The colours slowly creep in. Redness returns to her cheek Her face lights up, With a gold sparkle twinkling in her eyes A smile of white slowly emerges.
The heart, warmed, starts to feel. The colours slowly diffuse Painting over shades of grey. The breath of life, love, Gives rise to hope from within.
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