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Digital Painting

Jul 2021

Contemplation: Bienvenue
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Nature’s a shrine

where living columns stand
And now and then breathe

a confounded phrase,
Man wanders there amid a forestland
Of symbols, followed by

their intimate gaze.
As long-drawn echoes blent

from far away
together into dark deep unison,
As vast as night and like the light of day,
colors, sounds and perfumes

respond as one.
There are scents fresh as flesh

of any child,
Meadow-green, mellow as an oboe tone,
- and others: rich, corrupt,

triumphant, wild
expanding like the infinite alone
like ambers, musks and

orient frankincense
that sing the ecstasies of soul and sense.


Charles Baudelaire

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