I Drink The Colors
'What is it you want to say? '
The old man curtly asked.
'Don't color Verses gray,
With Darkness there unmasked.
There's too much of it around
To pain those who read you.
Bring Hope, let Joy abound
Let words of Comfort through. '
I drained my pen of black ink,
Dipped vibrant hues I see.
Let my pen, in colors, drink
Light to bless abundantly.
Indeed, subjects multiplied!
In endless flow of Beauty
With Happiness supplied,
My pen at last was free!
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 17,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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