On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born. Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn. Like a gold fish witnessing…
Tag: Human Experience
Cosmic Musings
We All Yearn For Something
The miraculous
Its everywhere
The human experience
Panoramic pleasantries
A benign gallery of humanity
Unlimited
Potential
Pried from gripping flesh
This sculpted sand will not remain.
🎨 ART on the Run 