Blue eyes hold the mist, Through a veil of wind-swept gold, A soul softly turns.

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More about Blue eyes hold the mist, Through a veil of wind-swept gold, A soul softly turns.

To let poetry paint itself
is to trust that the invisible will find form,
that the unseen will glow through colour.
It is to paint as if remembering a dream
that was never yours alone.

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