"purpouse" poems
Go see the misty place, deep in the woods,
That's where the willow tree's spreading her roots.
Long gentle branches are modestly bowing,
Above the shoot where a river is flowing.
It's been like that for centuries now,
The tree and the river, living in a vow.
The branches are caressing the hair on the surface,
The gesture, however, can't fulfill its purpouse.
Although their bond is strong, love never ending,
All alone, Willow and River are standing.
They're guarding each other, and each other only.
How come they, despite that, always feel lonely?
Every night, the willow tree woefully shivers,
Looking down upon her dark, lonesome river.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
I painted a portrait for my mother to show how deep and clever her words with courage throughout the years help influence the realistic platform I aimed my talents & dreams towards. Seeing the bigger picture decoding Da vinci in a poetic format at a young age steady preforming my purpouse using a composition through metephors as my stage. Standing strong without a doubt of the future yet to be...
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC