the colors bleed, merge, and the dye spreads
over my days and nights..
The dyer's hand will never cease
to weave the magic in the swirling waves.
The dancing wings
and the coaxing birds,
and on their back I ride,
an intoxicating chimera of light and dark,
the sun and the moon
and the stars in the night as pearls in the wind.
My Maker, rush in , give me a hand,
and row this plummeting vessel till the end of the sea..
Image Credit : +Suma Ro
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