There are many types of art
Actually all creation is art
As life unfolds
A large canvas is laid before you
To paint to your heart’s contentment
My art of choice I found
Was painting with words
I see the words flowing from heaven
Like showers of gold dust
Sometimes
Flowing down a river
Like little pebbles
Overpowered by the force of water walls
I paint with words
As they dance in the air
Like a feather that has taken flight
Weightless it sways
With no direction in mind
Of where it will land
Painting with words
Is my art of choice.
About the Creator
Keroy King
Hey there, welcome to my page. I love dancing with word. Hope you find my writings uplifting.
I have authored several books including "Divine Soul Whispers" book series.
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