Choking on bitter air,
Breathe that cold water
Distances ahead stare,
What does it matter?
Flowing, forward, following,
My molded reality
Stuck to moving,
My calming calamity.
Choking on bitter air,
Breathe that cold water
Distances ahead stare,
What does it matter?
Flowing, forward, following,
My molded reality
Stuck to moving,
My calming calamity.
I especially like the alliterative last line with the clms.
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Love the drawing! Awesome work 🙂
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More than just reading the words; this piece has an emotional tone that carries you. I truly like this.
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