At first she did art
in order to live
she loved it so much
she ended up living
so that she could do art
– how the night changes
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
The art of living
At first she did art
in order to live
she loved it so much
she ended up living
so that she could do art
– how the night changes
