Eight Miles High
Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that its stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone
The Byrds
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Jar, Jar, is this really yours? I haven't seen you around for ages, but your art is getting so good. This is really quite amazing! I love the colors and the swirly effect is very very pretty. I also like the fact that you set the song beneath the image as it gives something very abstract, context. Well done! :-)
LOL. Yes Euridice, that is really one of mine. From 4 years ago, and I couldn't make anything like it now. I don't do much anymore. I have a couple that I made last month, but I haven't cropped them to the smaller sizes needed for here yet.
Thank you.
The Winds of Time shall pass us by, and leave us, in the darkness