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Oct 2018

I'm truly naked
Accolades have no place to call their home
I see the darkness from where I'm from
And knowing finally rests upon the ledge.

Hope lost, leaves reasons to leave,
In younger years I travelled light
Now I plan for every eventuality, til
the train can’t take my load.

Time to harvest,
the crows have had their fill
Replacing clouds in the sky
I’m the blue, the thin
before the black and I shall fly
I shall fly and you will see me again and again
I shall fly and I will see you again.
Works in progress for new illustrated handmade book about the life of painter  Vincent van Gogh and a correlation to my own journey
Written by
Stephen Frederick Stone  46/M/UK
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