paint me
with feather brush
dust skin with blushing hues
or stroke boldly with oil pastels
brave lovers meld in hot, brazen colors
tempting a sweet meal of nectar
a petal’s plain request
of Nature’s hand
paint me


Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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50 thoughts on “Paint

      1. I’ll bet it was a noisy household! Well, there is no other way to enjoy sports unless you are loud…

        No I didn’t get a chance to see it, had other things I had to do. But as we say out here as Dodger fans…”there’s always next year!” 🙂

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