Letting my thoughts fly freely
My hand starts to move naively
Point A, point B, it draws
There is no beginning, there is no end
The space they create…
is vertically endless, horizontally amicable
Where we stand defines distance
How we stand defines obstacles
In between, there begin… stories
Lines after lines after lines
One in thousands touches A
Another one in thousand touches B
Somewhere out there, the two lines cross
Stop the impossibility
Seamlessly bond
Meanings fulfill
Creation continues
Lines to corners, corners to shapes
Unveil this secret place
Surrounded where we hide
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