Poems from gracefree5

I drove today, on a long mountain road. When dusk curled its fingers around the sky I turned on my headlights and all I could see was the...
You smear swirls of color with time on a canvas blank with the white of new life and empty spaces to fill and find.
M: The snow on the twin peaks is starting to melt. O: There is a hill so perfectly round, God must exist. U: Once you go into that valley,...
I love the people who can destroy their own art Especially the ones that burn it. Me? I get too attached to the things I create but I...
I once heard a story about a man who discovered the beauty of the world in nature and he was never seen again.

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