Holding onto a blank canvas,
I scribbled a rough drawing,
Entwined in knots,
And filled with sharp edges,
Raw and rough,
Dark and dead.
Somewhere I had lost my charm.
But one day a lightening struck.
And a star strode down the sky.
Burning my darkness, it lit me up.
And I had an entire galaxy on the canvas as you sprinkled life in it.
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Summer: Let The Words Strip Away
PuisiAs the vicissitudes of seasons completes a circle. It's time to write the last book of this series. It's time to put a full stop. It's time to say the final goodbye.
