writing

What I am

What I am
I saw the light,
I saw the exit or what was the entrance?
I crossed the door ...
I saw my life growing like a flower
and I became more than a man.
I thought about my life
and my mind burst out
into a feelings' whirl.
Then my art fused me
and did not leave me any more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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