We watch your features for the numbers underneath to change and revise
the canvas, every impressive strand of hair and skin faded and enhanced
by the passing day fluttering by on the smooth grays of a winter sunrise
or the drifting pink fingertips on the horizon as the sun slips to sleep.
Another day brings another palette littered with the mixture to be claimed
in the flooding cycle of light we bear witness to, our kaleidoscope of
the wind’s intuition, of the cloud’s stubbornness, of the world’s dreaming,
and as the light bounces off of your every pore, we stand mesmerized
under the cascade of life reflected back changed and molded by your aura.



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