#170 Paint Of Love...

A 1000 years ago

they built a door,

painted from the flowers

that grew in the wild,

red, green, yellow,

whatever they could find..

The colours were dark

and left a mark on the wood;

the painters were sent to jail,

so no one could know

from where the flowers came..

I want to walk in the same wild

and find the scented flowers,

not to steal them

for no worth they are now,

just to tell them this

that the love in them was so hard

a long time ago

they'd put a few good men

behind the bars...