Painted Soul
So many stories
So many feelings
Lay there in my heart
Like a bunch of lazy sleeping dogs
On a hot summer noon
Just panting.
And once in a while
Raise their heads
Like the Prairie dogs
Like tiny tiny crabs
On a sandy beach.
Paints from so many brushes
Tunes from so many lives
Resonate in me
The unfulfilled dreams
The joy of finding one
You never thought exists
And losing one who
Promised to stay forever
The tears that don’t fall any more
The sobs that cling to the lungs
Like a crying baby on
Mother’s breast
Make the collage in me.
Seasons of wishes
Dance in me
Like the sunlight
On a soap bubble
Disappear and reappear
I become the canvas
The painter’s paradise
A document called
Painted soul
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February 24, 2001
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