Aug 12, 2020
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Potpourris Poem
Eyes Closed
A Glimpse of What Being an Unsupported Artist Feels Like
She walks amongst starlights
each glisten across the footpath.
The crescent moon walks beside and held her hand;
Joking his way to her smile.
She walks underneath concrete skies above,
with gloomy craters filling;
Marking her tries of escape.
She prances amidst the colors at times,
and bathe in her design.
Close both ears yet
the marvel painted within her speaks:
‘I’ll keep moving,
even for an audience of one.’
