when the pen was lifted the ink began to dry up ( poems and paintings in shambles ) #6

original paintings shambles by @muftii

poetry

scratch pen

when the pen has been raised in the hand
paper sheets strewn ...
does not change like broken wings,
which fell between the rocks of the ground ...

the scattered sheets were collected,
by the soul that is silent under the bright sky ....
and write the threads of life advice,
on a piece of paper in waving ....

there are moving strands,
there are sad threads ....
some are able to make the veins tense ....

which are scattered gathered by the youth,
and their hands waved ste ...
what he has in paint is not the same color ...

there is a red color like a drop of blood ....
there are beautiful green colors like valleys ...
even a painting like a red rose ....

for you who are sitting or standing alone ... we give to you a scrawl of heart .... Hopefully able to be a little entertaining .... Your soul and your insipid heart can not fall asleep .... Though your anxiety is incapable of measuring you

with the science of life so easy

with the art of living so beautiful

with steemit life so directed

without life science will be difficult

without the art of living will be rough

without steemit life will be lost

life to give

Dear reader, the saying says "we live must give much",
no matter how small we give there will be a reward from God Almighty.

Around the city ride the delman,
saw the flowers grow in the garden.
Help each other's friends,
living space feels comfortable.

Flower beloved began to grow,
thrives in the rainy season.
Spread love affectionate,
to invite God's grace.

regards @muftii