A red burning streak cuts
Across the sky clearly cold
Slicing open the silence
Hovering just above the clouds
A duckling tends ruffled feathers
Each scratch & movement
Sending waves out to ripples
Far across the water's surface
A brush travels along the canvas
Bristles all working together (as they should)
To interrupt the vastness
Of the once blank stillness
A flower grows out in the barren dirt
The desert surrounding on all sides
Its colour bursting outwards
Singular & unique & perfect
You are my Stars
You are my Ducklings
You are the Paint
And you are a Flower
Standing strong against an empty backdrop
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