Tag Archives: pyrography

Sadness

A picture made me cry
Today it moved, it
Moved me

And I went where it
Beckoned so that
It would stop

Though really I am
Frozen somewhere, down
Inside myself

So it could never move
Me like I think
it would

If I were not made of
Ice, made of all the
Little things

M.
Sep 12/15, woodburning on plywood with red gel pen

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