Yumariak
Tri-line: three.Through Forest GladesTri-line: three.
Through dappled light Green hues shadows so bright, the hallowed Forest in the coloured place of hush and sense life in the green, dense glades.
Concentrating On Life
Concentrating, and straining to hear the subtle sigh spoke by the tides on wings so clear which fly o'er the ocean and live the spoken life.
Poetically Speaking, No.
Poetically Meticulously, with deep precision Mulling through foggy stanzas, No muddled hangman's Speaking &nbs
What the World is MissingI want beauty. I NEED beauty.What the World is Missing
It that really too much to ask for? A small piece of true, unjaded, purposeless beauty? Beauty for the sake of itself? Art for art's sake? Talent and composition and colours and all of it blissfully meaningless?
Of course, that would be too expensive a piece of life, wouldn't it. The gods can't let a mere human experience the rapture of... art. We peddle our own creations with such names as beauty and masterpiece and dazzling, but it is all futile. It's all tacky.
I look at it, and feel a pang of what it might be, if we were only much higher functions. It's like
I'm almost home for Christmas, w00t
This is Jade by the way, haha.
-grins-
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Poor dominoes.
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