Expressions of my life - An evolution of art.


Ghosts of passions past haunt my night,
liquid visions with ribbons and bows
Studio paint, red wine and chocolate drip
From the corners of my mind
Leaving tastes of guarder belts and vintage lace
Wrapped around my heart, pulling pins from
Places I’ve been, from bathroom stalls and up against
Alley walls, the heart used to be so bold.
Sunsets that turned to sunrises right before my eyes.
The halls of that studio have grown dim.
A new day has come, too musty books and electric nooks
But my passions still grow and so do my ears and nose or
So I’m told among other things if I can be so bold.
There must be some advantage to growing old.
The end…… Or is it………

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About laray26

“I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases...” >love to dance. >to sing. >to act. >to art. >to LOVE. :)
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