an act,
before beauty,
came from new eyes,
echoing a cry
in terryifing peace.
to choose,
after contrast,
and never opening up to love
of a rocky mood.
a color of vision,
all unusual,
where shiny tears pool,
longing reality,
with every turn.
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This piece is very much in the realm of math and music.
It's tempo,
I can't put me finger right on at this moment,
but to say the spontaneous wording...the open ended ending...its elusive yet tangible.
Always the craftsman...never the apprentice...
You seem to have captured something special here.
This is truly a unique piece.
....a color of vision.....
This stays with you like a song.
You are a smart and sweet lass and I seem to enjoy your work more then I do most.
Much love
my gypsy sister,
LOWELL
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Brava!
Dear C20,
This is like looking at an abstract painting...It pulls
me in and dances around in my head...What I love about all these words is that they tinkle in my mind and dart around in my brain...it is like listening to a
guitar being played...I really like this. Jane
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