Artist: Opake
meander into my world of clay
remembering someone special
falling through frescoed clouds
colored closely
flourished in the fade
reminders from our voyager
only by our shadow
as we fit into our closest corners
the tired eyes of the timber
sailing through the timbre
coloring a tone with burnt sienna
drive passed patterned fields
ebb tide
the untitled thought sailor
creep
the curious mixed amongst the lost
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