'Winds of Wild', by Josephine Mead

I want my life to be rich ink poured on paper
I want to spill naturally over the edges of everything I do
I want to color the world
As I flow through the streets of love, of loss,
I want to make them all stare
A thousand scattered hues,
catching the sunlight and disolving into the moon
I want to saturate their memories
And
far after I have gone,
I want my drawings to remain

A new year, and a new blog!
Unfortunately quite bare at the moment, but hopefully I will slowly add my work to this space!
Thankyou for coming to see what I have created.

~ Poem by me ~
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