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"20 x 20" Canvas Print"
Age 9
About "The Dance Of The Mind Inside The
White"
... it seemed as if I painted these flowers in one breath and
in one brushstroke.
The oils were flowing and blending so fast, that it
appeared as if the image itself and not me that spoke:
"Don't touch me
anymore. Enough..."
The Dance Of The Mind
Inside The
White
Whenever the rain
scatters the scent of
balloons
spring spreads
like breadcrumbs
Tasting fragile fragments
a single breath
breathes
and laurels lie
between twin winners
Rolling down the hills of guessing
I grow a
garden
onto myself
but the roots start growing
on me only inside a
stem
A round day
becomes the
eclipse
making me look like a haystack
As time climbs up a storm
we cannot hear
each other
every noon
points to a finger
so it might bend the
night
so the stars might stare
strangely at us
like diamond arrows
As soon as the waves
of the world
shake
the rough sea
charges at me
for the long devotions
and three
waves
lie down
on my forearms
Through the filtered souls
filling up the
hearts
kindred prayers
are welcomed
Which world
searches for
me
while a dew gently rolls down
a cobalt blue petal?
Akiane
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