Paintings & Sketchings
Sketching the world in a little black notebook;
preferably the kind that highlights the light.
Walk by and find that your figure has danced on my paper.
I fail to see the reflecting light subside.
Beautiful leaps and bounds through the color inside;
my pencil fails to end on a line.
Your movements are endless;
your grace is defined.
Together on paper -
you and me intertwined.
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