Blossom away to wherever, that day
I find burning leaves that never turn to ashes
They sparkle like the ocean drawn by moon lit by sun
I like them to be colder than bluest point alive
Flowing away like the wind, liquefied
I want to hold on to their edges, and dragged
to, fro, away and away
More at the Gallery.
‘Blossom Away’ (2014)
acrylic on paper