Silver WInd Posted October 19, 2007 Report Posted October 19, 2007 View A single blush within a square inch a glimpse of green and splash of blue painted hills fade to from the foreground. A box between two worlds oppression of walls which would squeeze out the last drops of life. While somewhere beyond blooms touched by the sun and birds may sing. A tormentuous square carved out in for neat sides to give speculation for what lay in wait and may never be touched. Colors merged and pulled apart, a living painting teasing escape that dwells only far within the mind. And the body stays rooted to hard floors and lids snapped tight in place.
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