Pigments of thought
caught in time,
melding in motion
to practiced moments
of anticipation;
following the hand
that flows gently
within heart’s harmony
as outlines become impressions.
Winter blues fade
when dapples
of reds and yellows
mix with summer greens;
Tanzanite reemerging
in indigo dreams,
where twilight dancers
are seldom seen;
where whispers linger,
longing to call upon discovery ~
Seeking imagination's attention.



thank you





Oh ya... You are sooooo good...


what a cute picture, you're a trip 
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