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by Scott Cole Jan 24, 2018
Life, society /
Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye,
Those paintings of delight
That excrete their glossy dyes.
For beauty is skin deep
Colored visions that impress,
And nothing not visible
Cause that's harder to assess.
Those impressions of wonder
That take our breath away,
And so sightly hypnotizing
That eyeballs never wanna stray.
But it's the Soul that reflects the image
So the hidden canvas is the star,
Though it's those splash of colors
That draw us from afar.
Cause the canvas is the lineage
The stains are it's bloodline,
So it's the spills not the smears
That underlines it's beautiful design.
For the skin may be the barrier
But there's roots lingering below,
And that's what adds the highlights
Giving beauty it's healthy afterflow.
by Ben Pickard
A lovely poem, Scott, really well written.
Take care and all the best.
by Dagmar Wilson
This is absolutely beautiful and I can relate so well. I am in to abstract so therefore I don't know the outcome. All I love to do is play with the paint and different colors. Add to my favorite