Facing Morning I Find Nothing
There are late nights
when I find myself
walking the sidewalks and
there is no poem or paint to
be found there
but
only the visible exhale of
a person momentarily lost
in it all.
Enjoy!
Art + Words = Keemo
Facing Morning I Find Nothing
There are late nights
when I find myself
walking the sidewalks and
there is no poem or paint to
be found there
but
only the visible exhale of
a person momentarily lost
in it all.
Enjoy!
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