Traces of hues on the tips
of my fingers, stunningly
portrays an outlook of
blathering thoughts that
shouts inside me
Waiting for bits of beauty
But changes through time
To an unwanted piece of ugliness
Turquoise hesitates to change her
State into worthless matter
Thus the brush obeys
her part , to a ravishing, everlasting art.
Once a glance , then forever a stare
The happiness glares through the blues , whites, and the eternal Turquoise herself
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Author:
Aaliya J (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2021 07:52
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem tribute for a painting I have done long back
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Beautiful ❤
thaaank youuuu
Very good, kept me reading to the end. Cheers
a whiter shade of pale,but only in your mind,we are all colorblind
Super words Aali, may you words and artwork combine in their beauty.
Welcome to MPS.
Aww... Thank You So Much
(it might be a good idea
to include the painting next time
that way, we readers
gain a little more context)
definitely a colourful write, thanks for sharing
definitely, but I couldn't find that painting or else I would 've posted it
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