About this and that..
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About this and that..
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She thinks a lot
about this and that..
Of those greens, in patches
Of those ashen blots,
about mulch and mould..
She sings a lot
about this and that
Of those pieces of peace, in chaos
Of those defeaning silences
about noise and melody..
She paints a lot
about this and that
Of those radiant glimpses, in dark
Of those pitch blanks
about brushstrokes and canvass
She's
neither a thinker
nor a singer, not a painter either..
She's
every probable thought, transient
every probable sound, ambient
every probable color gradient..
She's
all about this and that!
About this and that..
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She thinks a lot
about this and that..
Of those greens, in patches
Of those ashen blots,
about mulch and mould..
She sings a lot
about this and that
Of those pieces of peace, in chaos
Of those defeaning silences
about noise and melody..
She paints a lot
about this and that
Of those radiant glimpses, in dark
Of those pitch blanks
about brushstrokes and canvass
She's
neither a thinker
nor a singer, not a painter either..
She's
every probable thought, transient
every probable sound, ambient
every probable color gradient..
She's
all about this and that!
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