Dusty,
music fills a sweet soul when
Hungry,
life grows from fingertips.
Torn,
shreds of the uninspiring
Write
words painted across skies.
Water,
The dead metaphors with ink.
Breathe,
life into the unturned stones.
Discover,
the bright flowers of imagination.
Nurture,
your ink and your blood alike
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Dusty,
music fills a sweet soul when
Hungry,
life grows from fingertips.
Torn,
shreds of the uninspiring
Write
words painted across skies.
Water,
The dead metaphors with ink.
Breathe,
life into the unturned stones.
Discover,
the bright flowers of imagination.
Nurture,
your ink and your blood alike
