Written text -
i write what i see and what i don’t
i write what it feels to my fingers and my bones
i write as i walk and i walk as i write
of dark lonely nights and beautiful lemon sunlight
i write of eyes that swin and cry
to hear the love my ears they fly
i write of crows smooth flying black laces
my limbs untamed like hues on wet canvasses
i write of hopes and dreams and rains
of trees and often my zonked out brains
i write of clowns and the lotus scent
excrete and discrete of my circus tent!
- Saee

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