Create me

I want to see
how you would breathe
me to life
paint me pretty
with your thoughts
with all the colours
of your heart
draw for me
the flowers you see
from the soles
of my feet
sing me true
with a voice unbridled
and let me hear
my words fall
from your mouth
mould me
into a pear shaped vase
to be filled
with each rise
of the sun
and emptied once more
under the guidance
of the stars
create me
for I am desperate
to be bought
to life.

By Cheriese Francoise Anderson

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