Pale light of sanctuary
Spectacular in rustic charm
Feels good to smile
Even though in make no sense
Looking for a perfect canvass
One that will fit
One demanding colour
And the freedom to choose
The bane of this existence
Air heavy with its seductive scent
Reminding what is right
Paint to canvass
Without a name
Shift in the air reveals
What is hidden behind a veil?
Words flutter on wings
In the pale light
This is sanctuary
4 comments:
I be fluttering ;)
like butterfly or a bee?
like a baby duckling!
Peking Duck is very tasty
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