Frozen in time Forever battling against the enemy of fade and oblivion A quiet hero sternly youthful whose muscles are bronzed by an everlasting effort and who cries with rusty tears under the rain An eternal dream that has come true somehow accidentally or by purpose in the hands of an artist that are gone […]
Green hush evolving into the buzz of uncertainty… The frailty of a moment too elusive to bear.. A tweet of gray wings begging to dream some more… Firebugs stuck together into a miniature tango… A world no one is even aware of breathing… What a day, committed to surprise!
There is a house where silence sings, beneath the shade of tree-born wings, its roof a blush of ember red, where fig jam dreams are softly spread. The cupboards hum with cinnamon, not just of spoons, but days begun— with laughter steeped in morning light, and stories tucked away at night. A lane now winds
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Whirling around are the spirals of color, untamed wheel put into stop How it dreams about flying instead of imitating stories faded away long time ago, cradled into the dawn of consumerism. Feathers are now weary but still vivid and at nighttime when no one looks they spread and no more words of polished manner
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Slender stings that are notplucked but gently kissed bywind and sun, shyly green and graciousin the field, violet in spirit and soul,that never fades away or abates —only waitsto be touched and seen,vast and wild. Untamed answerof so many questionsbeating in the rocks of time,hidden but dwelling alonein the lavender hush.
