Come upstairs, love
I am sorry, I— pushed you down.
Come upstairs and paint me
I have hung around white clouds…
…for so long
Come upstairs and rampage!
Split them red, pink, purple and gold
Rainbow is your palette
Soak up the blotting paper blank too long.
Oh! The beat, of these splashes
so gorgeous I am lost
lost...
lost...
...found...
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MindWraith 
5 responses to “When white splits.”
Nice ❣️
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Thank you! ❤
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You are most welcome ❤️
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Wow! This is wonderful and seems a small departure from your style I have come to know..I really love the feeling of this, very personal, sensual, surreal and even spiritual..It has personality and the voice calling from above (your voice) feels like a playful, loving, teasing muse! ….just gorgeous!
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Hey Karima! Nice to hear from you again…I haven’t noticed there has been a change, but a kind of change in Mind? And thank you for the wonderful words! ❤ ❤
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