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Painting a Ghost

Painting a Ghost

Painting dreams,
Painting ghosts from the past,
I can't forget you,

Beautiful shades, of love,
Brushed on to an empty canvas,
Brighten my life,

You taught me to paint, the sunrise,
Memories, of your beautiful bright smile,

Painting a bright-blue-sky cotton-clouds floating by,
Seeing your blue and white dress,
Fluttering, in a cool summer breeze,

Painting a landscape of hope,
The earth touching the sky,
Seeing your hazel eyes,

Painting a flowing stream,
Memories, of tears,
The day, you sailed home with Angels to stay.

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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Ron Chapman

YouTube text to speech poetry recitation video
https://youtu.be/Q8m-QubG_60

 

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Nome Morgan

Hello, :) 

I found one thing that made me sit up straight: 

Painting a bright blue sky cotton clouds floating by, (Maybe you could use fewer adjectives to describe the sky, or maybe connect them with dashes.)

Take care, 
Rasmine

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Ron Chapman

Nome Morgan, thank you for your comment and suggestion,
At first, I thought about placing a comma there or adding the word WITH.
But for some reason that didn't sound good to me.
That line describes the memory of her dress  I talk about in the next line.
However, I didn't think about adding dashes.
Thank you again for the suggestion.

I made the changes you suggested. 

Thanks again

-Ron

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