29. Poems Dancing In
My Head
Truth is
Poetry is my blood
My paintings soul
My senses untouched
Neither ancient nor fresh
Truth is
I do paint not to
cry
I shower not to feel
I do paint not to pain
I laugh not to shatter
I never fish for fun
Why not plant flowers
Truth is
Who cares
I come home every night
My sweet home
My poetry my dinner
Colorful things in concert
Shower and paint every night
Then wake up
Poems dancing in my head
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