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I imagine a star, rising, much like dandelion puffs in the lightness of an ethereal breeze, spun on the threads of wanderlust and bohemian trysts, the core of vanishing, the sparks of genius, reaching higher higher higher; travelling at the speed of esoteric.

sun beams and moon rays -
in the rhythm of silence
he David fleeing
© gillena cox 2016



Process Note: I used an image from google dot com, of Bowie clothed in black and white; manipulaled the image using Pic Monkey, to get the present image and added text for a haiga



Party Friday Week 45, Year 5