Pink sunsets. . .
Colors. . .
Eyes like emerald stone
pursed lips
magenta
Heartache. . .red
Fear. . .blue
Smiles fade
Far away
The artist is lost in her palette
Brush at her forehead
Hand on hip
She watches emotion on her easel


The Anticipation of CreationToday, the wind swept the sands of time Around the hourglass that shone with anticipation Tonight, you will grieve, and neverThe Anticipation of Creation
return home. Tomorrow, the flickering shadow,
will consume your faith and heart. And time will always deny you favor.
And across the distant howling
of the moon, you will hear the silence of pain.
But reaching out before you,
you feel the warm air,
across your hands,
waiting in a silent grave of hope, of tenderness and love,
reaching out in faith,
that you will catch their hands
in yours and lead them
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Laramide Orogeny, Fractal Artist and member of:
*Ultra-Fractal
~DeviousFractals
*Apophysis
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Will comment for comments. Hint hint.
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