7th hour – A poem and a painting (Image prompt)

Hour glass lightening

Quick sand flighting

As we sit here i want to count the colours of the forest before us, and paint with them, the wonder of the sun looking through your eyes as you write me a poem like you always do while we hold two sides of a beautiful vision; one side of a song.

So the hour glass matters naught

the moving sand does not count

A poem and a painting is enough

transcending the vestige of the lie; the seeming momentariness of our song.

A poem and a painting.

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