Life BrushLife BrushCould it be a seashell,by the shore, dunes shiny.Nuances from pink towelwrapped around body.Lovely sunset timing the day.Moving shapes and vanishingcolors evolve smoothly. Say,you always think about next thing.Machine for imagination,even in the biggest garden.You are walking, jumping. Motion.Pink may be the same in eden.Powerful and so rounded shell,fragile in your very small hands.I see, your warm eyes sing and tellwhich colors wrapped with no ends.What kind of pink is in your life,favorites, are your eyes seeing.May all the shell would tell you ifsome lively colors are missing.ŠStefonthesea – 18/0