Pure beauty

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  1. Posted August 27, 2022 at 3:49 pm | Permalink

    Is free to fly, fly away. High away, steer clear of the high way, but stop now and then and rest, when it comes to beauty and perfection your the best, but could die at the behest, of those who cannot see, or feel, what’s before them so real, delicate like a flower blowing in the wind, on the way you pass by, on that you can rely, so so long you have been here, with colour combinations to your palette my boat I steer, dear dear I’ve lost my way, just let me say by the way ,
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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