And then there was fresh paint
thrown over the old cobweb of memories
sunlight filtered through
the brightly colored spaces
but the color of nostalgia
refused to leave, the red stained heart.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
In response to daily prompt: Paint
Bleeding you out
until day’s end
until night falls…
sunlight
free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2015
Wandering past the windswept meadows …
she felt as though she was floating on a cloud,
the smell of sunshine awoke her senses,
she saw every colour, and heard, every sound
And In the midst of it all, she felt the little tingles
that touched her from head to toe…
She closed her eyes and heard butterfly whispers,
it gave her wings in her dreams and so much more.
free image from pinterest credit goes to original photographer
forgottenmeadows 