PAPER REVELATIONS

My pen is in the constant pursuit of a zephyr laced with words—free falling with ink whilst overcoming the white masses. Words that pave golden paths to my “aha” moments—or to the beginnings of some. Wrapping up, summing together, tying in a knot, leading home—beautiful revelations luminously singing back at me, aligning with every molecule deepest within me—

Paper revelations.

Now there’s art in my hair,

poetry beneath my shoes,

ornaments in the sky and,

pink lavender in the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

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