Cosmic gallery.
Works of
art.
One after
the next.
Craftsmanship
unequaled.
Designed
dots of
creation.
All
hung out
to dry.
Sprayed
throughout.
Floating.
Spinning.
Everywhere.
Dimensionally
unbounded.
Living art.
Evolving
art.
Staggering
portfolio,
infinite
portfolio.
Artisan’s
project,
reflected
in each
eye.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2022 11:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments2
My mind is reeling from your beautiful, descriptive words, as it does when I look up at the night sky and contemplate the inconceivable.
Hi Bella, thank you kindly for reading my work
JP
So true John,
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy
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