It was a reflection.
a blue woman looked into the mirror.
passionate reflection kissing the illusion.
I see your soul as beautiful, because you mirror me.
I loved your natural long oiled hair.
your hair is black, but I see your hair is turquoise blue.
I set to reflect your light.
She liked the colors of purple, as purple as lavender & grapes.
and a heaven in the wildflowers.
smoothed her hair back over the shoulder.
The beauty of art is that there are no rules, so I choose to create my own.
By involving every aspect of life I enjoy, I bring my art to life with color & emotion.
Ever changing, ever growing.
I am; therefore, I create.
I encourage you to do the same. "
poem written by jrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem