Drawing.
My hand draws lines on paper,
journeying along the roadside of charcoal, graphite, ink,
dark nights and early morning fog.
I will go anywhere with you,
scoring,
scouring a groove of a breath,
a memory.
artist
Drawing.
My hand draws lines on paper,
journeying along the roadside of charcoal, graphite, ink,
dark nights and early morning fog.
I will go anywhere with you,
scoring,
scouring a groove of a breath,
a memory.
You certainly have me drawn to this one and it hits the write note with me – excellent : )
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