(This was actually written as a song, but it doesn’t have a tune yet, so I guess it’s a poem for now huh? 🙂 Like little coloured pieces of broken glass Life reflects the sun in Technicolour brilliance It’s never been a house, but will always be a home Housing watercolour memories, and oil pastel… Continue reading Life’s Artistry
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Fly
Watch me star as pariah unheard, Watch me play in the theatre absurd. Watch me fly, my spirit free, Watch me. Watch me die.