Like a venice evening and also a rain filled alley, you whence came...

Sometimes
me unknowing
Knowing you
Flying
Comes across
Like a series
Of paints
All over me...

So flowery drenched
Like a Dimitri
You whence maketh me
A painter strong
A venice evening flows within,
And next comes a souk
Like an alley rain rain wet...
Eyes where only Love
Like art reflect...

O you...
How you me sends offroot...
Like a shoot
Across the globe...
By Your Agape...
Your wide widest Love...
An Escape the Best...
You by me whence fully dressed
Red ended and whitest...

(On Dimitri Danish's works... )

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