She is the Nameless One. The keeper of the in-between. The seam where the fabric frays, the echo of a forgotten song. The reflection in the mirror you dar not face, and yet she is nothing more then what you see before her. All of us, our longing our loss our love, she is born of our yearning, shaped by our memories. She is not one but many, not here but eveywhere.
@SolanMylesGeorge Oh. What a weird realm of chaos. I experinced the need to weave the threds of reality. I felt like it is time for the heaven to touch the Earth. The experience had so many stages. That is why I recognized it from your poem. Oh yes, and poems came to me, that too.
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She is the Nameless One.
The keeper of the in-between.
The seam where the fabric frays, the echo of a forgotten song.
The reflection in the mirror you dar not face, and yet she is nothing more then what you see before her.
All of us, our longing our loss our love, she is born of our yearning, shaped by our memories. She is not one but many, not here but eveywhere.
I know this place in-between.
@@LoremLorem The phantom real, as it was called by those who dared to name it.
@SolanMylesGeorge Oh. What a weird realm of chaos. I experinced the need to weave the threds of reality. I felt like it is time for the heaven to touch the Earth. The experience had so many stages. That is why I recognized it from your poem. Oh yes, and poems came to me, that too.
Hоw you make this picture?
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