POEM – SEVEN STARS
Gold, Diamonds and Ruby’s will never make up for it.
Wretched riches fill up my opulent pit.
Krugs, Caviar and truffles will never come close to filling the empty space.
All that is, is a cavernous emptiness that nothing can replace.
My glass bowl as I know it is no longer as it was.
The cracks are starting to show all of it’s flaws.
Turning divination to be with you on our mars.
So for seven nights I will count seven stars.
Poem by me @sugaroc
Painting by @samspratt
I absolutely love this painting and it moved me so much that I had to write to it after seeing it earlier this evening. Thank you @samspratt for sharing your wonderful gift.