Art · Digital drawing · poetry fallacy · Portraits

These creek

do flow from my eyes,

and of the rain my hair,

and then river my vein,

as the sun rise to set,


I will see.

as the moon to rise to set,

I will know

when to leave the month,

from the year 

when all the entwives

to bear their fruit.

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