Bare trees stand naked in the cool, winter light. Dry and cracking roads stretch on from the stinging temperatures stroking its obliging pathways. The starving grass, a mere shadow in its muddy, brown exposure…
Create Visions of Your Future Instead of Pictures from the Past
Facing an empty canvas, the white fabric of my future, I wander in its fractals of time. Pulling from the past, pictures I want to paint, With each one slowly encompassing me into its world. Stroke by stroke, I…