
With a simple paintbrush he could see the horizon
that it was not a destination, but light between worlds,
a way of thinking really, bending colors, identifying
the softness. Just a hint of humans passing through
time, walking softly between colors and light.
A lot of blue with green, often a sky.
Monet.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
image from pinterest
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Thank for the reblogg Natalie! A wonderful blessing!
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You’re so welcome Nico! 😊❤️😘
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I love it. 🙂
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