It starts with a line of color,
Then even more.
She looked in her notebook,
She drew, line after line,
Curve after curve,
She thought more
Then drew, she
Drew until the notebook
was filled.
She loved having
The thoughts
Of those lines
She could look at
Them all day.
She had notebooks filled
With her imaginations.
She loved her colors,
She loved her drawings,
She ended it with a line of
Color.
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Poems
PoetryI going to write poems about anything, music,life,loss,love,creativity, imagination. I hope you like it!
