Riddles

Have we become blobs of diluted ink?
Painting ourselves with blank pixels...
Staring at nothing

Pretending to be synthetic light beams
Glittering, twinkling
Without lightning or sky

Carving imaginary mountains
With feathers of rice.

Did you miss me?
Do you dare?

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Artwork & Poem by @elisea, all rights reserved.

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