To know me,
Would be to know my art,
And obsessively interpret,
Paintings cloaked under words,
To realise that colour in its true form,
Is just one,
And that the picture never changes,
Only expands,
To accommodate more of me,
And mine.
-Artists are a lot alike.
-Oyin B.
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Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
