All The Colors [Prompt 21]

  1. It was me!

All the colors …

All the pain;

All the blood, tears and laughter.

The Artist saw me,

through and through …

Who was this man?

or woman?

The name on the art…

only had initials.

Was it that day?

The day in the Park?

When I let my soul bleed …

my heart dream …

my wounds be visible,

to only the artist who could see?

He or she captured that summer day;

when the yellow shone in my red locks.

Or do I just see me …

As the artist intended?

Does every patron see himself?


Artists create life …

or do we create the artists?

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