Art is fictionA Poem by i.am.the.sun.
I am trying to paint you a picture-
of the hills and the valleys just outside your door with the streets and the alleys laid out to the shore and just as I finish, as each time before. I see you walk easy down roadways of yore. And up from beneath you in neat little rows, I see that behind you a rose garden grows. I don’t think you see them, I don’t think you know, you’re changing the landscape wherever you go. I am trying to paint you a picture but never can get it just right. I guess I’ll start over again. © 2017 i.am.the.sun.Author's Note
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Added on January 24, 2017 Last Updated on January 24, 2017 Author
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