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"The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements." Nin
Blush
You Blushed
Dear timid one
As you rose in the East
You dimmed and disappeared
Ashamed of being photographed
Somehow your red glow faded
You ascended in the sky
You glowed white hot
You were again
Perfection
Three Freckled Flowers
Three Freckled Flowers
Gold in Bloom
Surrounded by green
Fields of beauty in the sun
Red candles hanging beneath
Symbols of everything dear to my heart
Peaceful and Passionate
Closness and Distance
Graceful and Strong
Perfection
Freckled Face and Grace
Freckled
Perfect flower
Soft in hue and form
Sun yellow rays bursting
From within a heart so warm
Lavender-red petals humanly marked
With many spots but not blemishes
I dark winter seems like forever
Green leaves break the snow
Then there you are again
Coloring my mind
With a freckled
Graceful
Face
The Sun and the Fog
The Sun
Was revealed through
The morning fog this morning
Even the brightest entity in the sky
Can be captured in the most ethereal way
Pure white light cleansed of fiery red glow now cooled
For one brief moment I can almost touch the untouchable
I add the light and sight to my internal being forever
My heart warmed by the vision of beauty
I now can envision
Always
Red Moon Glow
Red Moon Glow
Full
Moon glowing red
The more I look at you
The more I understand your beauty
You are ridge and crater filled
What character you exhibit
Of hard collisions with
Life and real living
And I am left
In a sea
Of
Tranquility
Filling the Gaps
There is nothing more comforting
Than trust and sincere openness
Words alone hold little value
Compared to the constancy
Of kindness laying
In between a
Forest of
Beauty
The mist
Fills the valley
Spaces with clouds
Come down to earth gently
You speak of music and images
In a language I understand completely
As that sweet silent sound enters my eyes
Through the pixilated life so tender so real
Red
Red
Singular beauty
Floating like a butterfly
Somewhere in my mind’s eye
I am in wonder how this fragile soul
Endures the rain wind hail and hot sun
With the grace of will and good-nature
She survives on a green stem rooted
In the soil of song and dances softly
Leaving those who walk her path
A sweeter life and the color
Of wisdom and serenity
I see so much in
This special
Flower
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