Proclaiming failure

Tuesday, ‎March ‎18, ‎2014

My rented coat has healed the winter
My skin has shield the spring
And I have made my home along side of the river
Desperate or awaiting to drift
Tight limbs, bare feet what’s not easy
Is this the escape or to escape free
Who we are in painted frame
Seems we lost our art inside an artist
Don’t we dream in written script now and then be

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