Transcend
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1 min readAug 9, 2020
In a blink of an eye
Teleporting from bumped out window seat
I’m swarming with clouds
Pillow’s role-playing Alladin’s carpet.
Staring in a horizon
kaleidoscope of colors dancing
on a tempo hummed by winds
My obsidian eyes mirroring the palette of a painter.
Dilating pupil by holding me in a trance.
A strange concoction of phantasmagoria.
Ethereal mists stroking face.
Enticing in a spell.
So much to see.
Too young or too old?
~ti_ka?