Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Turning slowly into purple


Sea beach
You and I
We are playing
Running on shimmering
White sand
Sun showers
Shades of red
In a sky like
A color pallette
I can see many shades
Of red and yellow
Turning slowly into purple
Finally merging
In the deep blue sea.
I collect some shells
Lazing so free.
But I can't carry them.
For then I will pull them
Out of there fate.
They look beautiful
In the wide open sea.
They belong to it.
Freedom
Is this moment.
Art is born-free.

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