12/24/2015 The Color Of The Sound By reimopaivinen ¶ Posted in Creativity, Latest Poems ¶ Tagged Creativity ¶ 1 Comment Let the music echo along your inner ear; let it travel down the corridor of your mind. Let the color of the sound seep down your spine, branch out through your limbs, down your hands, then shoot out the ends of your fingertips. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
So cool. I had the best massage ever by someone trained in the USA. While his fingers dug deep I could see colors. Your poetry is reminiscent of that experience. Reply
So cool. I had the best massage ever by someone trained in the USA. While his fingers dug deep I could see colors. Your poetry is reminiscent of that experience.