Shall I paint you a picture through words
Your heart the canvas, my pen the brush
Can you see the Buffalo herds
The wide fields and foliage lush
Trees full of scarlet ibis birds
Mangrove roots drinking water
A portrait made from so few words
Poetry my true alma mater
Watercolor verse stain the page
As landscapes take shape and form
This style of art all the rage
Where wanderlust is born
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Shall I paint you a picture through words
Your heart the canvas, my pen the brush
Can you see the Buffalo herds
The wide fields and foliage lush
Trees full of scarlet ibis birds
Mangrove roots drinking water
A portrait made from so few words
Poetry my true alma mater
Watercolor verse stain the page
As landscapes take shape and form
This style of art all the rage
Where wanderlust is born
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