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Painting Songs – Promote Yourself


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My mind is a sea of unsynchronised waves.
They don’t rise up in unison
Or fall together with grace; my waves Mexican-wave.

My mind is a room of incomplete art
I should write a novel, or compose a symphony.
Instead I paint songs

My heart is a wood of bluebells.
My soul, an Indian sky
But my mind is a sea of unsynchronised waves
Inside I’m painting songs

Bridget from Ireland

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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