Hanging on the wall.
A trunk of a tree.
A small part of a tree trunk.
A close up.
A word enters the mind.
Texture.
Mesmerizing texture.
The kind you want to run your fingers over and feel.
Next word.
Endless shapes.
Intricate shades.
Varying crevasses.
Smooth and rough lines.
All part of the bark.
Straight lines.
Convoluted lines.
Diagonal lines.
Thick and thin edges.
The depth seems grand.
There is a richness that intrigues you.
It speaks of wisdom. Of knowing. Of solidity.
Words come fast and furious as I observe the power in front of me.
Words that describe you.
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