Challenge
Dreamweaver
"Clouds are the dream weavers of the sky, spinning fantasies in sunlight" (Rabindranath Tagore) Poetry or prose.
In the midday of momentary
As I laid in the dissonant perfume of the day,the aromatic sweetness beckoned my arid ashen pallette.
Mesmerizing and tantalizing,A treat for the diligent sixth sense.Draped above me,regal clouds,my crisis of wisdom invalid.
Wispy scient translucent eyes,alit,floating into waves of decadent pure sapience.
My questions climb high into the naked sky,vested in self wanting truth,released from cognitive clenched sentience.
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