One time past. long, long ago. age free, fretting never seen. path never set, seeking the wonder. Oh, forest dream, colours mending, yours never wanting tending. You the rush of darning thought, image mighty. Come stay with me, capture my ever need, this day, my ever trance from within.
in Art
cool
Ah, a Traveling Artist…good to know that term….
I like the picture and the poem that you wrote. Keep up the good work. Where do you sell your designs?
thanks for the compliment..I am a travelling Artist, or at least I think I am.. I have not got around to selling, occasionally, here in Europe I do an Art show. Where, if I am lucky, I manage to sell a work or two..
Cute deep words.
thanks
thank you for taking the time to read them..
You’re most welcome, Dennis
Wow you have a great sense of imagery and words here Dennis.
thanks for the encouraging words..