Ephemeral shapes of poetry
A dancer at the dawn of times
Solid, liquid, eclectic scenery
Breaking everybody’s minds

Delicate shapes of windblown
A dancer at the end of possibilities
Crumbling tears from reality
Art never goes pale, never goes down

Shapes of pristine and exquisite galore
Ridding touch of cosmic beauty
Forbidden poetry
From the mind to the body and from now to before…


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    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you very much!

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