Micro-Poetry #9



The searching soul:

Searching for untarnished lands,

Places of innocent serenity;

For outstretched hands

And places without obscenity.




Smiling faces & loving touch,

Beauty created with purest art brush.

Each stroke gentle,

Pure and true,

Each stroke never

Falling through.


All that lies between.


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