This space devoid of time
Becomes sanctuary to grow, to worship
Loose idol thoughts
Unlike God, Uni doesn’t mind
And continues to string
Creation along these cosmos
In the way a mother or a dear friend
Might absentmindedly sip
Sugar and milk along her coffee
About the Creator
Ann Crafter
I believe that art exists to express emotions so specific/unique that one requires an unconventional outlet to display them.
Everything I write makes sense to me; each word has a place and provides clarity to my being.
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