

In the ash gray skyFor once The leaves are falling: A mild shade of cucumber orange And spaghetti moss Of flowing neon colors. Coal gray eyes of autumn’s shadow Sunken in the spider mind of this season’s bird. Brick-walled hands of the blond boy Climbing inch by inch up wormed bark On the sideways belly of Sister Maple Tree. Where did you come from? Slugged upwards and down – The ashed sky bemoans you! Smiling meanwhile at a watermelon winter: Cold sweetness on rosy cheeks. To hate the heavy autumn air? Why, Oh Evil Embered sky! Rejoice on flowered marks of leaIn the ash gray sky


Monde LuxeBackward shifting is about people Discovering nothing from before the end Without ordinary thought, Time, place An apocalyptic approach to reality In realizing that there’s a beginning before it’s gone The little life she’s filled had touched me Because empty doesn’t hurt But makes imagination vacant Bold nostalgia is timeless For remembering that there’s something. Nothing is the one view of never shifting peopleMonde Luxe
nice style of drawing...is that charcoal?
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SEE MY WORK, LOVE ME, WATCH ME...pleeeese?! *grovels*
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Sometimes these eyes forget
the face they're peering from...
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kimberly ann
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clark
(I know you are not a lot lot new, but no one said it so!
I am deeply honored to be your first favorite in deviantart.
thank you so much
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We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
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