She inhales smooth stories of the sightful sky 

Tales & Memories 

whirl around inside of her insight,

like shape-shifting shadows; carouselling 

Whispers of comdemnations, dress up in suits & gowns of wisdom

To snipe at her image, from the forest of misunderstandings

She gracefully plucks their bullets from the air as if they were grapes off of a tired vine 

Crushing them between her fingers into sweet juice that pairs well with any morning after a sunrise 

A million brave stars forge a galatic alliance

To withstand dimensions of damage by any force

Decades ago, these became her backbone

Her wings were woven by seamstress of sleep and dreams 

These wings unwind, bloom, and beckon if chaos throws a tantrum 

Her ideas are paper cranes 

She set free into the wind

To sail the world & paint visions 

Photographer:  @18chopics (on Instagram)

My original post is on my Instagram, where I post my art periodically.

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