I started painting a bird
With broken wings
To represent my heart
And so many other things
Wanted to show all my emotions
Deep inside
Wanted to show the world
A different side
…
What colours should I use?
What hues? What shade?
I’m just an amateur
Will I even get paid?
Don’t think she’d like it
She really understands art
It’s not like I made this for her
With all of my heart
…
The bird was finally complete
Unlike my broken heart
The painting wasn’t splendid
Art is, after all, art
I asked her if she liked it
She said it was splendid
And the bird just flew away
Away it did
it’s amazing how words can give the heart flight…this is beautiful poetry
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you are welcome
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Beautiful
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this is really sad π¦
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I’ll paint again
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yeah you should and make sure you paint the wings are healed π
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I will. I will
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Good luck and keep me posted π
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π
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This poem will stay with me π
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Thanks for your kind words
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Now this is just brilliant, Frank. Amazing depth and feel to it.
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Really captivating… Loved it. π
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