The Artists Skies were melting upwards and muddy waters were flapping, no traces of sun rays but purple and green light beams Then they laid in between the lilacs and the whites, in the seemingly infinite field, and the foggy stardust Was it a dream - it was not - they were just different kind of artists
@Boeing I will always remember the way she looked that foggy morning lazily holding that deadly serpent in her hand as it hissed and struck at the dim hazy sun.
@JohnnySpot See now, the tears on the serpent's skin? Perhaps was about time to shed anyways, under such moist heat. A yellow petal flew along and sat next to the mud, and skin under the nails.
The purples now singing some lost Gregorian psalms, songlines coming with the northern cold wind currents - oh wait, breathing heavily, horses running - or is it gazelles, can you tell from the sound?