Painter, am I:
I am the waves
Thrusting,
I am the wind
Whistling,
I am the sand
Feeling.
I am the mantle
And the stars,
I am the dance
And the moves,
I am the whispers
And the message.
I am the brush
Without paint,
And canvas
Without a frame,
And painter
Without a body,
And subject
Without being.
I am the tracer
Of lips
Not the kiss,
I am the liquid
In the rim
Not the flow,
I am the brush
Of dreams
Not the reality.
wow!
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