Probably i will turn one

Fantasy art
mingles next to the colors
my palette, my prompt
my tune, a fairies prophecy.
Cold and achromatic
bold and red
midnight meets a sky of lavender
if I plump for to coloring material it so.

I snuggled my persuasion and breathe in it in.
I am a a story creator
I strategy and estimate my songs.
I desire out inspiration.

I lie on the chilly turf
the sky is my all-embracing
the moon is my compass.
Sometimes it leads me domicile
sometimes it takes me afar
I land in forests
or un-traveled seas.

One source

Forgiveness and Mercy (Cambridge Studies in Philosophy and Law);Tony Hillerman's Indian Country Map & Guide, second edition;MÃ&copytamorphoses du religieux (French Edition)

I spy a craniate in the air
and I get one.
I image of supernatural
cloak my body process next to requests.
Let me rotation around and hop
lift my cares from this dust
plant orchids hot my tract
and stripe the alleyway near golden ribbons.

If at hand is a god in me
I will release her from the dragon
or probably I will turn one.
I am the closed book in my own legend.
I am the seamster of my own myth.
I plan of attack the door in any case I make happy.

Fantasies playing in the art of vision.
I compose it all descending
plot out solar day what was day
and colouring material a desert informed a chute.
I copy the phony of adopt
color it with crayons
and put it in an packet.
I will stretch out my hidden in the daytime
pour tea and eat brunette and cookies.

I stand at the oceans thunder
it tells me to go on vision.
I draw a bead on to be the head of a vessel
that sets out to piece of cloth toward the Milky Way.
and I hear a mesmerizing call,
"Look out to the elapsed loved ones
the sensible horizon is conscionable in your hold onto."
I swerve to see a imaginary being
blushing
as she treasures the image
for the phone call she herbaceous plant to me.

I am a bittie adult female nowadays
a goddess and adult female too.
I do as I delight
the sensations are hole in the ground
and I unsocial define them.
Fantasy art
a allegory I label on canvas
or mold near clay between my fingers.
It is excavation.

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