exploding in a multicolor prism...
full of life, full of straight lines,
like twin sphinxes dressed by rainbows.
There were few curious eyes
floating around, thirsty of colors, techniques...
And I was standing there
stealing eternity from the source.
It was an earthquake of intersecting lines
and a warm soup of techniques.
Like a sketch for gardens at the olympus
or the secret color code for the Greek's DNA.
And there I was
a silly magician's apprentice
surrounded by Goddesses...
hypnotized by their moves.
Life is hard outside Shangri-la.
A.
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