Swirling.

Posted on 30/01/2011

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Swirling in each other’s thoughts,

Each movement, a new blot,

Etched. A tingling,

Ethereal, yet organic, opening,

Facets of an entity, now collaborating,

With intellect, spirit. Soaring and inventing.

If individualism’s not lost,

This symbiotic art stands carved in frost.

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