The time I broke human language - word by thought
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Thinking Text | Painting Poetry | Dreaming Digital
The try to grasp the complexity and colorfullness of love and reality.
I
Ideas
IImaging
IIImagining
IIIIustration
Words into rhyme,
fuse poetry in time,
colors ignite art,
as melodies my heart.
Melodic echoes,
of your memories,
I use them to paint,
turning colors into thought,
bridges called mnemonics,
whispering memories sought,
for your image
to never faint.
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Never stop
(What is your)
thinking(!)on the ultimate/void?
Echoes
In echoes of thoughts,
I find,
a canvas of beauty,
vivid and kind,
within each word,
a landscape unfolds,
where memories of you,
forever hold.
Fields of flowers,
alive and in bloom,
colors dancing,
each one has it's hue.
The realm of words,
I linger in verses',
pain's memories ignite,
what time cannot rewrite.
Even in dreams,
all colors, words, sounds,
of beauty they scream,
yet your match never found.