The Brush The brush, the brush Although quite lush An investigator of fathomable trust A friend sometimes, a thirsty seed A director of tangible dreams may be A breath within, a painter's gift The counselor for a chemical split In the genes, a fractured seam Often breach within a dream In the mind, out a scream It hides within so delicately I brush the brush A partner of mine A skin o'er the veins of time. R. L. Hughes 2002 Poem in the shape of a vase... |
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