Brush strokes of colours
Paint shapes and reflections So that the world can gaze itself Once more, on that flat and smooth canvas Don't be surprise when you find the left laying on the right And realise that the rules you know so well don't match the perspectives Melted in this new face that stares at you so intensely Bear its gaze in silence And wonder why the more you stares the more your head spins And wonder why you lose the sense of all, Plunging down into a maelstrom of chunks of time, Snippets of twisted memories, crumpled fantasies Grains of life All frozen as single pawns in a chess Into a never ending game Comments are closed.
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AuthorStories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. Archives
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