Hello dear friends, Today again I made a fractal with Apophysis as guidance for one of my poems. The poem was created by a memory from when I was very young, and could dream away completely, as if I got into a kind of trance, a flight (so volatile) by watching the little dust-specks. Little Dust-Specks in the Sun Little dust-specks in the sun, dancing, twirling—having fun. Shining colors, bright and small, I could never catch them all. Floating here and floating there, drifting gently through the air. Where will all their journeys go? I just wonder… I don’t know. Maybe they get whisked away, like secrets that don’t want to stay. Still they sparkle, still they play, tiny friends who when I was a child brightened my day. ------------------------------------------ Dutch: Wegdromen Waar ik bij wegdromen kon waren de stofjes dwarrelend in de zon. Niemand die ze kon stelen in al die kleuren van licht, zovelen. Hen volgend op hun baan hoe zou hun leven verder gaan? Zouden ze worden opgezogen terwijl ze waren zo opgetogen zo'n eenheid in hun baan kwam er voor ieder van hen ook een einde aan hun bestaan? Thank you so much for your friendship. I'm very sorry for not commenting enough. When I ever get better, I'll overwhelm you with comments. ;-) #fractal, #Apophysis, #fantasy, Poem, Memory