༄ ∞ ༄

From the depths of my Soul,
colors arrive;
seeking their way onto the canvas.

A slow dance with a loved one.
The last dance,
or maybe the first?

It doesn't matter,
'cause we are dancing into a dimension in between,
where concepts like “last” and “first” lose their meaning.

Blurred together in a slow and sensual Rumba.

“Without You, I will fade away.”

A gentle kiss on the forehead,
looking deeply into each other's eyes.

Slowly…
Separating…
Dancing in opposite directions.

From the depths of my Soul,
art arrives;
I expand.