Artists
We are the poets, painters and dreamers
We’re the wisp of smoke drifting
above the ice covered rooftops
on frozen winter nights
When the world is quiet.
we peer through life’s frost covered windows
We pry open its emotional doors
We walk in solitude down pathways unknown
We seek the what if
the why and the what for
We do not prostitute our dreams
for the promises of fortunes or fame
Instead we give away our desires
so others might find some comfort
in the emotions our hearts bleed into the world
In other words, we are quite penniless and alone
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