The horizon was changing its colours to match up with the new blooms stretched over the panorama. My aim ...to pick the bright little things ...before the butterflies cud touch them was slowly fading away......The choosy spirit in me was looking out for the most bright, most unique, most pretty wildflowers.....but one of my twin minds was reluctant to pick out just some of them. I thought, its a better idea to be. with them in the fields...for some time where they actually belong to.....I created this riot of colours on paper with acrylics with a fond memory of my acquaintance with these wildflowers and my attempt to handpick some joyful bright flowers to carry home.....but realized ...that it is as difficult as carrying a spoonful of water from the burbling brook...flowing next to the hillock.
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