The Brush

As the brush caresses

the canvas leaps alive

which each movement

life is born

struggling to thrive

Nearly complete

heavens sing in praise

For those who blissfully see

to the sky

their eyes will raise

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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