She Runs

Fluid shades of laughter

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She runs
Like watercolors
In the rain

Fluid shades of laughter

She lies
On canvas
Framed

Blushing pastels of life

She leaves a tint
Of her
On me
As I rub against her

Image

If I could write a daffodil
Make flowers bloom
With ink and quill

If I could splash a waterfall
Within the mist
Her spirit-small

You can see her
In my eyes

Reflections

You can touch her
She lives within

My heart

You can know her
In my words

She is

Poetry…