Merging… days and nights
Creating… currents of time

Unfolding… lost moments of
dreams
echoes
illusions
reflections
Yearnings… of our yesterdays
Merging… days and nights
Creating… currents of time

Unfolding… lost moments of
dreams
echoes
illusions
reflections
Yearnings… of our yesterdays
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Those yearnings can be dangerous and addictive.
Joseph, off and on this morning I’ve found myself pondering your comment and found myself muddled in my own perspective. I would like to hear more from you.
Those
Those yearnings manifest as beautiful art today.
Thank you, Michael…it seems that life often is the wellspring of some forms of art.
I think life is the wellspring of all art.
A circular process, maybe?
Absolutely! . If you wanted to do deep analysis of the subject, almost anything you do could be considered some form of creation or creativity. Photography. Writing. Washing the dishes… Different degrees of creativity, to be sure, but…
Wonderful photo. It looks like calligrsphy. Your poem suits it.
I enjoy reading your comments.