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When God Cleaned His Brushes
Contributed by
ever1der
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Tuesday, 3rd July 2012 @ 02:10:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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When God took out his paintbox,
He cleaned His brushes well.
There were traces still of moonlight,
with hints of ocean swell.
He gathered fields of lavender
in every shade and hue.
then He picked the softest rose
blending in the dew.
On a tree was one lone peach
it's ripeness He could taste.
Mingling it into the mix
it wouldn't go to waste.
He stirred it slow and steadily
but kept eyes on the clock.
He spread it out for lovers
as they took a sunrise walk.
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2012-07-03 02:10:34]
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Re: When God Cleaned His Brushes
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by Sasha on
Tuesday, 3rd July 2012 @ 05:37:47 AM AEST
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| What a beauty of a poem! |
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Re: When God Cleaned His Brushes
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by Action567 on
Thursday, 5th July 2012 @ 02:26:13 AM AEST
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| Your poem was beautiful. I loved the way you described the colors. Beautiful work. |
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