Life is like a ravishing canvas decorated with beaming,efficient pigment's and hollow voids,We venture though life purposeless as we struggle to conceal as well as paint over the hollow voids within our canvas truly blinded by our thrust for we never seeing this is the very thing in which dynamite as well as destroy us.
YOU ARE READING
(^^)My book of poems(^^)
PoetryThis book is made up of poems written by noon other than your truly (me) poems in which I wish to share with you in hope that they with take you on a journey as you read each one
