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Tuesday years ago,
32 minutes before 5:00,
the time where the
adopted son of Calliope
caught her attention.

The moon quickly
jumped off between
the beats of a human heart,
it's vast and bright,
unusual and odd
but perfect and majestic.

Right in the core of the town,
lamps fired by
itself  in blue flames
whilst snoozing seeds
begin to grow day by day
until a new paradise was created.

The new town was strange
- but heavenly beautiful.
Eros' formicas starts
falling in line and
waiting for the splash of the candy
in every ping-pong ticks.
Still-water canvas,
glossy painted, finished by reflection.

- the lake of fleeting lights
#Lake #Reflection #Water #Mirror
My life...
my attitude...
my race...
my rules...
my toes...
my knees...
my shoulder...
my head...
#my
In rhyming
in flying verses
in sculpting
in painting
or in any
form of my artwork,

...I think by my heart.
I am a colour of thoughts.'

Flying in the shimmering
deep of imagination.

A creator of abstract doggerels,
a whirling feeling of amazement
into fragments of creativity.

For each fragment of me
am in each piece I craft,
I wildly pace to my tune,
and I passionately dance
to my own beat.

- Artist
Strongly rooted yet flexible,
the higher it grows, the deeper it bows.

Bend but don’t break.
Keep calm and free yourself to sway.

Gently dance in the rhythm of the winds
and firmly stand to the ground.

Be a bamboo that stoops, but strong.
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