Self potraite

Let me paint you a picture

With fluid strokes in golden paint

On converse made of memories past

A splash here and there to accentuate my flaws

A rounded dot to crown my genius

In between, lines that trace my path

From valleys deep to mountain picks up high

From battles won to romance lost

At every stage a jewel was earned

In halls laced with trophies

Silence re-echoes

and lorry loads of emotional cargo discharge

stand afar and take it all in

with pain and grief beauty was painted

all you have to do…..



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