by Ed Ehren

Created on: May 12, 2008

A balladier sings a tune
Of papillons and coloured loons
Seraphic suns,cherubic moons
Romances with poetic wounds
Silence,like a poultice,heals
That which was assumed as real
That which,later,was revealed
As wind that only treetops feel
As a novel one is part way through
It is not known the chosen hue
Orange,yellow,cerise or blue
That kismet will soon cater to
Perhaps one yet to be seen
Beige,maroon,purple,green
In the corner of an undreamdt dream
In a monarchy without it's queen
Lines a poem's written on
Music composed for a song
A picture that has yet to be drawn
With colors that are never wrong

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