Breathe in, breathe out.
In this relentless world
I find my softness under the harsh sun.
The barefoot trek of life scuffs and burns,
Yet behold a shimmering sanctuary:
Not made of bricks or mortar, but something more profound — art.
You see it too; we bask beneath its healing shade.
Witness how our weary spirits catch their breaths here —
Art! The oasis amidst stone-cold trials!
This is not color trapped within four corners;
Rather emotions roaming free like wild horses over hilltop vistas,
Each creating waves in tranquil pool reflections that mirror back our soulful gazes,
Stories spun from whispers caught between sand dunes arise…
An artist does not mold clay — they cup water with hands wide open!
Such ephemeral essence cannot be contained.
Raw and unguarded as dawn’s first light breaking eastern sky apart…
Oh you do understand now, don’t you?
Space beyond human reckoning grows slender threads binding us together.
Unmasking ourselves, we unfurl.
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-- Yours Isa
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