If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
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Penny For Your Thoughts
PoesiaA book of poems that challange your daily thoughts. Sure to make you laugh, cry, and everything in between. I sure favorite for all poetry readers
