The echoes.
written waves of vision.
want to play my part.
writing poems from the heart.
its hard to know the start.
am i crazy for my art?
emotions teething on the canvas.
a vampire.
crumbled ideas of a genius.
beginning to end.
paintbrush dipped in pretend.
colors of mirrorless friends.
the reflections of fear and regret.
Dear the pioneer in my head.
which way is the morning?
the knight follows.
galloping clouds swallow the night.
rain staged the growth.
pain stained with hope.
day or night.
which way is home?




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