Gather around all there are,
Let me share my grace
"Welcome"
Words of empty shores
Promise is none
Shadows face
"Come with me"
Following like sheep
Pastures grazing without a care
They go therewith
A dusty sleep
Cannot shake this thought of mine
Is it strange, or am just i?
That pretenders fill the chambers wide
Should you wish a turn
Then jump right in
Without the spirit
You remain.... not a thing
Where passion lies, fire ignites
Where fire ignites, artists rise.
'pretenders fill the chambers wide'
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and I am awesome
passion flies, are you alight?
awesomeness is shared
ReplyDeleteburning as brightly as the sun
as eververscent images bare
an artist's work is never done