Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Lemony lifers,
ring around my rosies,
steal my sweetness,
call it your own.

I've taken to hiding,
deep in the bell of
miles'es trumpet,
camouflaged,
in brilliant sketches,
of spain.
No one's ever
gonna find me here.

the cry... the weeping
saeta... saeta...
tears rushing slowly
tracing your name
strengthening your
will o' the wisp
with miles tones

hester....

this is an inspired brush stroke.

I really dig this stretch of verse.... a good space to occupy.

Thanks!