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Truly Abstract! Bodhisattwa Parekh Colour bleeding begins. A slow leakage of ultramarine to ochre. There are no sharp lines. Only suggestion of form. A weightless dance. A silent humming sound Felt rather than heard. Angels' whisper remains secret. Curves offer some degrees of comfort. A negotiation of space. Light fractures, scattering diamonds To an unseen surfaces. A puzzle remains unsolved. The feeling can be recognized. A place that exists only in the heart. Lines:15 Prompt ▶︎ |