Wednesday, July 9, 2014

enfolded layers



"I'm doing a drawing damn you"
A thought I've never had
It was always a chore to draw

I hear a strange sound
rippling the silence
In severed  dreams
rainbows implode and disappear
Into the ghostly rose
of some forgetful purity

A gaze into the soul of love
that keeps awake the world




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