Chentini Lei Rotor

A concept art inspired by a poem of a colleague in college.

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A concept art inspired by my original piece, "Snowflake". "Snowflake" “Snowflake” In every little snowflake lives all the love I have poured; I have captured all the constellations that formed when we were together, like two penguins taking the long way home — frozen in time, so I could watch them over and over in tiny pieces of crystal, when longing embraces me Glistening in my memories, I vividly remember the coffee in my mother’s cup every morning, sunlight shining on floral dresses as I shoo the flies away from the picnic sandwiches The cold didn’t stand a chance on the soft blanket we shared while I tell you all about my daydreams, like how I want to create a world where dogs can eat chocolates and not have to worry a thing, because the world I painted is kind and gentle, and all it takes for peace is a cone of vanilla ice cream. If I could make a wish come true, I’d ask for another snowflake with us in it.

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This is a concept art inspired by my original poem "The Ache of Becoming". “The Ache of Becoming” The world has aged again and so have I I have lived a thousand different lives Sometimes I die, sometimes I thrive Walked through paths unknown No weapon to wield, naked and alone Without certainty of victory Freezing in cold, I gambled, Praying that fortune favors me Grew a pair of wings to fly I soared over mountains and watched myself fall As rusty knives plummeted from the sky Defenseless, I caught them all Stitched these wounds on my own Shed every tear it took for this flower to grow I have become fond of sorrow A familiar voice from someone I used to know Borrowed fading light slipping from cracks in my home Lost in the places I once fought so hard to roam Sought for answers in blank pages, Staring at the horizon as my name changes The world has taken more than I can count but it was kind enough to give me a chance I paid the cost of my ignorance Drowned in deep doubt, but somehow crawled my way out Once again, I lived to tell the tale The world has aged for the thousandth time, and so have I.

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