When white splits.

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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7 responses to “When white splits.”

      1. You are most welcome ❤️

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  1. 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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    1. 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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  2. This is a wonderful piece👌

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