With white flowers of Hibiscus tiliaceus purau blooming in the morning, yet,
With colors varying during the day until they fall from the tree at night,
Those colors change to yellow, pink, fuchsia, purple, and finally violet.
With blue, violet, or brown mountains, depending on the light.
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The writer is foremost an observer and visionary..and you are true to the craft, your all-seeing eyes miss nothing. An exquisite photo session of the heart is right here.. :)
Exquisite poetry! Alive, captivating imagery. Beautiful poetic flow, rich in content. The colours of the landscape, etc, just seem to compliment one another. So enjoyed; D
With mauve coral reefs and rose, violet pearls, as the mystical realms Tahiti comes itself in the pearly light of a sunrise dawn for purifying With villages glowing against shadows of violet within the forest of palms, Shuddering for the gladness of the wind, through the water singing. this is so beautiful....loaded with nature and color yes indeed almost a painting.... cheers
excellent very beautiful and colorful poem. very descriptive and thought provoking too. thanks for sharing.
Oh, how did you draw such an unprecedented painting by using simply words? Paul Gaugan's last self-confinemnt was in my view in different shades. But you poet, you are so much fond of that painter, you have really given rebirth to Tahiti. Cobalt Blue. Is it your colour of choice. Fantastic. Perhaps a nostalgia drives me away from my recent presence. Grateful to You. Its a painting I think. Live long Poet.
Is this true?