Digital drawing · poetry

Filling a light.

Light,

a force which

can become one into multiple.

Yet it does begin at one.

Life,

a force that do love light.

When the two make love,

only children can come up.

Who then do we honor,

who then we do respect,

as all children of light,

as all offspring of life.

However we all are,

yet yes,

the same in nature.

aaah . . .

Silly me,

Make me a bow out of the ocean,

cast me into the elven sea.

🎭🐌😸😗🆕🆙

©OAM

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

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