Somewhere up above the clouds
Exists and old and crooked house
And within the house there lives a man
Who creates rainbows when he can
He sprinkles magic upon the clouds
From the window in his crooked house
And when the rain begins to fall
From the magic a rainbow forms
A bit of magic does wonders, don’t you think?
Another digital doodle of a magic nature this week!
Tom
Delightful Tom. Great imagination you have. I love this.
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Thanks, Hélène. My imagination does take me away at times! 😀
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A magical piece, indeed! I love the image.
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Thanks, Eugenia. Anywhere magical is always good!
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😉
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What a happy thought, love the art.
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Thanks, Sharon. Magic gives a little boost every now and then.
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Magical 🧙♂️
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Thanks, Elaine!
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The Source of Secrets!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Oh yes, Prenin! 😀
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Love the drawing and the poem. Great Work Major Tom 😀
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Thank you, Ground Con – I mean Cobs! 😀
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Great crooked house! Truly a magical notion for the origins of rainbows!
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They have to start somewhere, Icewolf. That light theory doesn’t cut it with me any longer…!
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