Life

Cristina Pop
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Deep into the forest of our thoughts Colors have made it through the day From the night of our eternal breathing Embraced under the star gazing sky.

Moving through the clouds over the horizon Hearts are melted colors in disguise Motherly protected by a beam of light Guided by a wise father through the crowd

Each and every leaf falling from above Rests its painted glory on a chevalet Brushed by moving sorrows of an ogre wind Hungry of embracing the metamorphosis

There she is all over colors of the deep Sacramental time that unites the wind To the warmth and beauty, ephemeral eye There she is all over, shouting in disguise!

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