Behind Fingers

[K]

 

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| Behind Fingers |

 

 

 

 

When I write words,

It's not my hand,

But the stroke of my heart

 

 

When I draw,

It's not my hand,

But the sketch of my imagination

 

 

When I paint,

It's not my hand,

But the brush of my soul

 

 

When I take pictures,

It's not my hand,

But the colors of my world

 

 

And as I write this,

It's not my hand and pen,

But the mind,

Wanting to be taken, drawn and painted

 

 

Now that it's speaking,

Because you are reading,

Would you believe me,

That it's the hand who do the talking?

 

 

 

 

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don't know why this popped in my head

[DeepBlueSea_03]

Beautiful poem, budz..

I like all parable you used in this poem...^^

[K]

 

thanks budz,

-don't have any idea how it came-

XD

*hugs*

[Leslie_LC]

I like the poem, beautiful! And you are so right, indeed it's our inner world we show through our paintings, poems and everything we create reflects our inner world.