They sit on a hill like legendary elites,
Winged like mythical fairies,
Winds of peace blow their feathery hair.
Palms of good and hope clutch together,
A bond that sees beyond beauty is formed....
A rainbow appears before them,
But its colorless,almost invisible,yet they point at and marvel at it.
They stare at the grass below and scattered trees,
No color is pickable by the naked eye,yet they smile and their lips get pinker.
Before one can spell silver,
Sun set begins,
No orange-red ambiance,
Bond between them,literaly erases natural paints.
The very pigments of creation fade away when they are together.
Vanish from ordinary eyes,and sprout in their minds.
Veteran painters and 3D illusionists live deep in their one-mindedness craft of love,
Love in its most natural frame.
M.O.O aka Carswell the word-artist.
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