Blisterin winds of dreary winters
forsake me
Oh i've abandon thee too long...
How chance knew i bee comin' back
to thine purest white,
immaculate simplicity.
my heart wishes to speak
with painting strokes and
withered graphites.
if days may show the mercy
i bestow
perhaps
perhaps
far seas may capture
sight
of land...
perhaps
perhaps
may i caress the intangible
restoring passion once again
again
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life's been tough. been busy. been worse. been better. much to leave with this note:
happy holidays everyone! :)
