Of

Bolder lines and life of colour,
larger canvasses with stories of valour,
deep and dark the crevice runs,
I will stop when this road turns

Glowing stars of a deep blue sky,
looking for a path and harder I try,
language of flowers throws me astray,
Not just the leaves but my mind is at sway

Lower and deeper inside the earth,
where often darker thoughts take cover,
a lonely eve still waits for her lover,
and that’s the beginning of this tale’s birth…

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