I carry the loose change of what I am looking for. I believe all the colors will blend together. Where the light has no name, I follow the sun to see her gone. To reach out and touch the flame without a name. To feel the light of the dust cloud on my face, when I go there. Turning to rust, trampled in dust, to burn out with you is all I can do.
Once and for all the time has come. And, she’s the only one. What’s the price to find the Mr. Right? It’s alright tonight. A Devine circumstance, has me motoring in the street, in a dark glowing trace with intentions to make it happen, as I struggle and pray to myself. She’s gonna make it happen, as I am there to hold a hand and make it through the night.
I believe in Devine ways to be found in this glow, and reflection of circumstances. The short sided truth has me realize of her following the Sun as I look to see her gone. Welcome to this life of a Devine, and dark glowing woman’s reality.
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Paul Noel Cimino
I am a spontaneous spiritual artist
I seek to find answers in the art and writing I create.
I like to express it to my heart and make it come true.
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