Dad taught me how to skip stones on the water
He taught me how to write a song
If I find something
I cannot describe with words
Mom taught me how to make
Flower crowns on springtime loans
She taught me how to
Be the summer
Among ones cold
And I want to find someone
I could also
Teach how make flower crowns
Out of thorns
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Author:
Anny (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2022 06:24
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Comments3
I enjoy the imagery you portray. I sense this could be a wanting for another in your life. To teach them and grow with them. Great job!
the poem like a painter
the words like a brush
the mind of the painter the paint
my mind like an easle
with a picture getting painted
word by word
stroke by stroke
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