Digital drawing · poetry


Time after time,

From a cup of water,

yet tasted much like wine.

I held my disc,

not for anyone;

not for something;

not even the idea of myself of thinking.

Your image came to me,

not as what everyone sees,

Only to know your concept of love was before

and after your purpose of your promise.

Now I know,

All of myself,

is none what I hear,

none compared,

And yes you were

 always there.



®artsydhude 07-18


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