Peaks flow across the sky black. A flame
bounces through boundless star vast forests.
Pages flutter in a guardsman’s hand. A man
on an ox follows purple flags pointing mountainward.
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A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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almost mystical – i do love your interpretations of these sorts of drawings
Great..From the phyiscal universe, to humanity, to artistic expression. I really enjoyable poem.
I think of the purpose as white flags in the night; something picking up light anyway. Lovely poem. k.
Another beauty! :))