Stepping through
come along
with the light
spring paintings.
Time slips by
framed
with the vivid
saturated films.
The void you left
was filled
with the best
sad stories.
Your being
Is art.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Stepping through
come along
with the light
spring paintings.
Time slips by
framed
with the vivid
saturated films.
The void you left
was filled
with the best
sad stories.
Your being
Is art.
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