Silver WInd Posted October 19, 2007 Report Share 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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