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There are dark nights
when you’re submersed in thoughts
of failures and just too shy of grabbing
that next marker, accomplishment,
a red hairband;
then someone lets you know
how pale life would be
if you weren’t there
to pull her hair back
so she could face down wind
and curse back at the world
with all her red hopes and optimism.
Inside, you smile yellow.
Ponikaa Girl 
The dark on a red night is like a melody!
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Thanks, Mihran. Yes, feeling like a somber song and slow dance this evening. I appreciate your comment!
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This is beautiful my friend;) deep
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Thank you. Hope all is well with you.
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To avoid Beep Beep Boop , I go to link Post and click in New Post ….
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aloha Ponikaa Girl. a double treat. i like the painting a lot. it feels like hibiscus. beautiful color and sensitivity to clear, staining and sediment pigments.
the writing is a great node to friendship or even family closeness (imo). and i have to like that inner Yellow smile. way cool. aloha.
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Mahalo nui, Rick. It’s a paradox– watercolor is my disciplined reminder to flow and lose control.
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ha. it seems to me that would be an excellent premise to launch into watercolor with. the discipline is in stepping up to the paper daily. fun on that. aloha.
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Lovely and somber. Beautifully evocative.
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Thank you, John!
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