Imagined Truth — Grace of the Sun

Words that I write,materialize,bleed into life,solidify. Form vivid dreams,of waterfalls,magical streams,peaceful install. Visions of greens,become forrest,held in between,truth and a quest. A fantasy,that levitates,warm canopy,my lines create. Hear whistling birds,that fly around.Infinite earth,above the ground. A promised land,that goes unseen,lives in each hand,composing scenes. – Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy The post Imagined Truth appeared first… ImaginedContinue reading “Imagined Truth — Grace of the Sun”

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