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Owl

We spent our
Sunday afternoon
Pouring love on a canvas,
Stroke by careful stroke,
Spilling the universe from
Felt tip markers.
You asked if I wanted
To make an owl,
I said,
“We don’t have
The right colors.”
You just laughed
And said,
“There’s no such thing
As the wrong colors.”
And in that moment
I wanted to hug you
And weep.

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  1. This is touching and beautiful. It reminds me of a thought that came to me the other day: “There is no wrong way to describe the sunset.” Here’s an acrostic poem for you as a way of saying thanks for sharing. 🙂

    One views the
    World with eyes for
    Love all one’s own.

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