To find the words that describe what alludes.
Always the greatest of rewards.
The same way they change ourselves.
Without making a unique interpretation.
And there is one less lonely thought.
The light they use to read is coming from a different heart.
Waves of iridescent colors blow across a sea of refracted cotton candy.
Never a sweeter breeze, I could wisp it round a cone and taste it's allure.
through silken shawls while a few lace ribbons float around with the wind.
the wind rustles through my long silky hair; I become part of the symphony.
Immersed in this wondrous creation... I am forever, painted in the canvas.
#2"You're always a part of the picture, sometimes needing a bigger one as you look back."
Images of a perceived existence coming into view.
Repeating rows in stone, developing a foundation to stand upon.
Painting out unwanted marks, hiding them in background.
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