Well hung life's life's painting
Droplets of hope
Scattered pages.
Leaves of fresh words
fall from poetry's summer
Love's unsung theme
Inked on chaptered scrolls,
We'll keep Shakespeare's signature;
painting mists of blissful autumn
in the sea of our early dreams
Shaded chrysanthemum smiles
and salty mistletoes.
We'll add the last piece;
Splashing
pretty hues of yesteryears
and ringing tones of
cradle's laughter.
Life's colourful stress
caught in the fluffy strokes
Of breath's brushes.
In our adios
Well hung life's painting.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Well hung life's life's painting
Droplets of hope
Scattered pages.
Leaves of fresh words
fall from poetry's summer
Love's unsung theme
Inked on chaptered scrolls,
We'll keep Shakespeare's signature;
painting mists of blissful autumn
in the sea of our early dreams
Shaded chrysanthemum smiles
and salty mistletoes.
We'll add the last piece;
Splashing
pretty hues of yesteryears
and ringing tones of
cradle's laughter.
Life's colourful stress
caught in the fluffy strokes
Of breath's brushes.
In our adios
Well hung life's painting.
Life brings unexpected valleys to us as individuals alongside unforgettable memories. It's our duty as poets to paint them into immortality. Dedicated to all poets on hp
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