Look into my earthy eyes
Look deeper
Deep into the depth of my ocean blues and past the golden hour hues
Past the date line before yesterday was seen
Through the freshest of the village greens
There in the phthalo undertow
You see me
With little treasures, in flowing rivers and a paper bark tree
Here there are rocks beneath my feet
The smell of morning dew so fresh so sweet
The most tender resonance of church hymn pages
Spill from the louvers of dancehall places
Patterned dresses of natural bright
Pressing on my eyes delight
A taste of citrus in the air
Limes and oranges and coconut hair
As the red sun sets
Follow me down the up stream
To that colorful memory that was once upon a dream
About the Creator
Amy Lesuma
An artist. Born to express a life of love and colour . ‘It’s not what we do. It’s what we do with what we feel.’ - Ben Harper
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