Splashing your beauty snakes in the mirror of your own sight?
Is that any kind of 'innocence gone' state of mind
Iinking your bare veins in light blue?
Is that a skylight towards your natural side
Risen by the beaks of your vulnerability,
Carefully releasing the wings of your strain
From the peaks of your controlled versatility?
Cos I see the other face of your creative gene
Pouring out, with remorse and desire,
Embalmed diamonds
Cos bewitched confessions made by a certain layer of your brush
Erased all the hand-made layers of your paintings
Cos right now I can't see anything left between your resting hand and the ceilings
But a braid of stars outlining perhaps only half of your meanings...
- to Mr. Teodor I A
27.12.2012
Inspired by:
(Painting by Teodor I A)
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