Here we are: you and I,
Curving at the bend of our ancient river,
Awed by the beauty of our Mother Earth,
All the while feeling as one surrounded by a billion moving parts.
Here is a place that knows no fear and yet breeds courage,
Where the rays of Sun come to rest upon lovers,
And color them forever those bright colors of emotions,
Find us here, we curious beings,
That have swam into a beautiful unknown,
Sure of no thing but one thing,
A single fact that illuminates our scene
A testament to the rivers that run pink:
I love you.
***CREATIVE NOTE: Text uploaded to Instagram, @poetryopera, 4 May 2020.
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POOP 2021
PoetryPOOP, "po-op's," or poetry operas are stories told through poetry, visualized. This collection includes original poetry opera text as well as other written content created in the year 2021. Final projects can be found Instagram, @poetryopera / ace...
