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I water my flowers in the night.

Created dew under the moonlight- when the rods override the cones.

All our petals are then silver,

and they shine brighter than any sun could reveal.

If colors had sounds and smells, your work would be jazz, wine, and roses- for you are class. You are quiet, and don't speak in lyric... but it flows from your eyes, mind, and fingers. There you are loud, there you are the music, the vineyards, the florist~ and the wise words you do not say are painted.



We ask too many questions. We spin too much noise. You visually converse with our thoughts, and we'll ramble on... as you can sit back quietly; your art has already said all there is.