Sylvie's DiarySylvie's Diary
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There is a quiet garden In the garden there is a bridge over a pool Let me fold into the water and gaze up at the moon I am so still

Painter, give me form!

At sunrise the light paints white the bridge Petals all around me a rush of iridescence, Lavender on more white Long shadows bringing stillness

Painter, set me free!

At noon, the sun shines bright on us all Such brightness cast upon our stillness Shimmers on the water, ripples gleam brilliant And the sky clear above

Painter, give me softness!

At dusk the shadows stretch long again Sunset skies in vermilion shades As senses fade, our colors wash Together in pools of quietude

Painter, we are still here.