The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,
your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.
Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,
your heart is the artist, so original and free.
Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,
to give unto the world a picture of gold.
Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,
as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.
Your hands are a gift, please bless the world
for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,
ask yourself "will it dissolve".
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,
your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.
Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,
your heart is the artist, so original and free.
Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,
to give unto the world a picture of gold.
Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,
as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.
Your hands are a gift, please bless the world
for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,
ask yourself "will it dissolve".
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