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Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
Framed
18” x24”
Once I lived in dim-lit meadows
With beauty all around.
Yet could not see much more of me
But shadows on the ground.
The murmurs of the brook nearby,
whispered words along its shore.
Shapes and shades emerged as blooms
too abundant to ignore.
Streams of color flow and spin
and dance beneath the surface,
I’m pulled toward the luring flow
Of destiny and purpose.
Golden threads unwind from shadows.
Parts of me, now found.
I see and hear and feel the rhythm
Of the beauty all around.
Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
Framed
18” x24”
Once I lived in dim-lit meadows
With beauty all around.
Yet could not see much more of me
But shadows on the ground.
The murmurs of the brook nearby,
whispered words along its shore.
Shapes and shades emerged as blooms
too abundant to ignore.
Streams of color flow and spin
and dance beneath the surface,
I’m pulled toward the luring flow
Of destiny and purpose.
Golden threads unwind from shadows.
Parts of me, now found.
I see and hear and feel the rhythm
Of the beauty all around.