Memories In Paint, a poem by Drem

Memories In Paint, a poem by Drem

June 19, 2016

“With each layer of paint scraped away

in this old broken house,

I imagine the lives of the generations lost

that have lived here before me.

Why pink?

A little girl was born.

Why blue?

A little boy was born.

Why yellow?

To cure a melancholy heart.

And now there’s a beautiful rainbow

under my feet

decorating the cold

hardwood floors.”

(C) Drem 2016

http://www.ArtOfDrem.com


This was going to be just a short quote but it turned into this pretty thing.


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