Painters Poem by Eva Beylich
Painters
Every day I leave a picture
that others paint of me
at the place of the deed.
There it turns cheerful - without me.
I am at home and wait here
for the night
that makes me older - as always.
The night doesn't expect anything
and gives me paintings
like a friend
embraces me dreaming.
A beautifully penned meaningful and thought provoking short and sweet poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Well, here we go again. The night doesn't expect anything and gives me paintings is exceptional.
An wonderful write.Our works leave impressions on others like paintings.Others ' praise or criticism also leave impression on us.Thanks for your artistic depiction.
a well penned write, with a deep meaning, in its simplicity. A very good poem! Thank you for sharing, Eva
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We paint our own picture, others do so as well. Thanks, Eva