the sparks of the window dust seems colorful to the eyes...
and the trails of yellow and blue forming articles of clothing...
I can see it from afar... gracefully dancing on smooth skin and jet black hair...
it is so beautiful... very beautiful..
yes I am a man of the shadows... silently watching everyone else's steps... discreetly listening to every word uttered... waiting... silently...
but it is so beautiful.. very beautiful...
and it only takes an entity devoid of light to attract the moth to the flame of the candle...
I.. being the melted wax on the floor.. I have no other choice but to watch... the dance of the child and the friendly green stranger...
and day after day.. I capture high ISO images.. only glimpses of it... but it still satisfies me...
I open doors to see if the duck is still in my scope.. but the trees seem to notice every movement of my eye... although we both don't tell... I know he knows I know...
yes... that is a true friend... like the moon at dawn..
but I am afflicted.. with the pain of anticipation... of reward I do not work for... of the moment too remote to happen... and of the conversation I will mess up...
but it is so beautiful... very beautiful...
she is so beautiful
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