Dream Worlds (8)

GolNaran35 - Dream Worlds 8

Dream Worlds (8),

Original artwork, Colored pencil, 30×21 cm, © Golnaran.

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  1. Paradelle for James

    Routine runs to laugh behind the flake-barked tree.
    Routine runs to laugh behind the flake-barked tree.
    Whitey, my son’s dog, darts to freedom, breaks his heart.
    Whitey, my son’s dog, darts to freedom, breaks his heart.
    Whitey barked “freedom,” breaks routine, the darts flake.
    My son’s laugh, his heart behind, runs to the dog tree.
    Thick lips expect extra attention when cold weather arrives.
    Thick lips expect extra attention when cold weather arrives.
    He is so pure he gets awards that proclaim “angelic.”
    He is so pure he gets awards that proclaim “angelic.”
    Angelic lips proclaim extra weather. He arrives, gets attention.
    That cold, so thick: expect awards when he is pure.
    He always asks questions that stimulate even this old mind.
    He always asks questions that stimulate even this old mind.
    When spring arrives we throw balls, talk sports, eat strawberries.
    When spring arrives we throw balls, talk sports, eat strawberries.
    Always stimulate balls that mind strawberries. This spring, when
    He asks, throw old questions, mind sports, talk, even eat.
    He runs, asks routine questions, gets extra freedom, balls behind
    Strawberries’ pure lips. Expect to laugh, Whitey to stimulate
    Spring to sports. The flake always arrives. This old dog barked.
    Cold weather breaks his heart, thick mind darts, my
    Son’s always angelic. Proclaim when tree awards attention.
    When we throw, talk, eat, he is so that, he even that.

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