Call

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Pink
Soft lavender
Purple gold
Fleeting beauty
Again veiled
Sun shines
Somewhere
Earth turns
Clouds form
And pass away
Wind blows
Wind shifts
Veils
Gray brown
Return
Invitation
Remains
Eternal
As potential
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Agawela … December 1, 2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016

Dark Falling Night Blue

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Open sky
No clouds
Intensely
Darkly
Purple Blue
Black blue
Calling
Dark falling
Night blue
One glittering
White star
A sliver
Of moon
Two egrets
Flying home
No clouds
Endless
Open sky
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Bear … 05.24.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Sky – 1 , Early November

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Rainbow through hole in the clouds, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

Rainbow through hole in the clouds, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

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Rainbow through hole in the clouds, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

Rainbow through hole in the clouds, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

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Last little bit of the rainbow through the hole in the cloud before denser clouds from the north blew in, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

Last little bit of the rainbow through the hole in the cloud before denser clouds from the north blew in, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

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Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

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The evidence of an unusual amount of air traffic may be the source of the unusual sky colors, as well.

Air Traffic, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

Air Traffic, Early November ⓒBearspawprint2014

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Lies Renewed

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With every line I draw, every task I do,
Ouroboros rebirths creation cycles in my head,
Self consuming from the end back to the start,
Perpetually renewing, hopeless does not matter.
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Turning, turning I cannot help but to think of you,
I remember all the words you have so casually said,
Each one ending our promises never to part,
That we are yet together does not matter.
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I would bid this absurd returning life adieu,
If I could avoid the reflexive pain that I dread,
Cold serrated indifference cuts twisting in my heart,
That you are not aware does not matter.
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I am painting, transforming into color, the misery review,
Ghostly dreams, ephemeral love, all are my dancing dead.
Paintbrush in hand, I am recording lies renewed as art,
That you can not see does not matter.
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Bear … 03.20.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Hagalaz’ Runedance – Labyrinth
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