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By Cyan Date: 2002 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.17.17.40.25510]] |
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I see you standing there with a hand in your pocket, leaning against a tree with your head tilted back. You seem pleasingly at peace with yourself I long to be pulled into that infinite space of happiness you possess. You say nothing, only air escapes your lips, yet I see a thousand words written on your face, holding a prophetic muse of pleasant moments not too far away. I wish to paint your expressions with soft tones and light hues to mirror the image in your gaze. You are my subject of the hour. I wish to chip off the daunting past i know lies within you and sculpt a beautiful hereafter. My mind comes back to myself and i see laughter walking along the grass. You grab the hands of two feminine jewels- one taller than the other. I color my expressions with fiery red, symbolizing envious pain. |