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Nausicaa 359
Passion leaned too far back
And fell dead
A knee in the light gives way
To a certain tingling feeling
A breathing in and out
A delicate heart pauses
Then dances away without so much
As a promise on the lips
When looking up from a drawing
We fall
Into difference
We swear our eyes to secrecy
And go back to sleep.
It is always like this
When the dance begins.
3 comments:
The movies of your sketchbooks are a rapid fire dash through your mind. cool.
nice... bravo!
Your sketches are really excellent.
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