Abstracts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work.

Dividing oceans,

Moving deep orange sunsets.

Silence resonating.

Pulse racing.

Into the falling leaves.

Across the echoes of her mind.
Disappearing, quickly.

As she came.

Into the night.

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~ by Ice Canicosa on January 6, 2017.

3 Responses to “Abstracts. ”

  1. This was so sensual in its mix of the ethereal and the measured language. You could feel the love without being grandiose. So classy and lovely in its artistry. I am hooked just by one post!

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