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A Poem by Gaia Nativ

Can you feel the pulse?

Words and sounds embracing

in a delicate, blue haze,

buzzing intently in a swarm,

swapping nectar and honey

with the flowers

and the people in their white suits.

Spacemen of the woods,

checking for a pulse.


The drumming rhythm of the forest

hums back to the artist

while she mixes colours of paint

like a writer choosing the perfect

blend of words.

In this blend of worlds,

we’re all welded by the pulse.


Borrowing, mixing, blending,

just finding clarity in the chaos,

an ecosystem of inspiration and artists

–– Symbiosis.

Back to BoundBy: October '23 (Edition #5)

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