Hand Paint in Black (for LNH)

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    Hand Paint in Black (for LNH)

    I like to watch you paint-

    Whirling wonder, lash the linen duck with the love I lack,

    Lost in the strings of the song in our night-time hearts,

    Hand paint in black.

     

    Wishing it could be anything it ain’t,

    I’ll stand against a thousand hours’ work at the back:

    Modestly flawed to you, but masterpieces to me-

    Hand paint in black.

     

    We’re not bad, simply sinning saints.

    Colours and words could run but one’s enough to make us crack

    As I decide one day like this a year’d see me right.

    Hand paint in black.

     

    You’re perfection I’ll only taint

    But the way you create a whole new world for me, such a knack-

    I could watch you for a lifetime because my soul bares a handprint:

    Hand paint in black.

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    wamomo commented on Hand Paint in Black (for LNH)

    10-16-2010

    I can truly appreciate your style in this...it has very random elements tied together with a theme that is both emotional and energizing, with a little 'snap' in inflection and tone that is vividly discernible to the mind's ear...Nice work!
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    arronpalmer

    10/18/2010

    Thank you so much for stopping by to read and comment Wamomo, your comments mean a lot and keep me writing and improving :)

    stefy commented on Hand Paint in Black (for LNH)

    10-16-2010

    This is emotional and nice......i like the flow.......it`s simply magic:)
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    arronpalmer

    10/16/2010

    Thank you so much Stefy, you're right, I'm bearing my soul both literally and literary-ly, but it's still quite simplistic. Thank you so much for stopping by to comment.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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