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The earth started turning the sun overslept
The night had to carry the clouds they all wept
Where are you they shouted we want you to stay
The roses are ready and waiting to play
A meeting was called way out on the edge
A twisting of words and a scribble to pledge
And just at that moment the sun winked its eye
It jumped out of bed and it traveled up high
The clouds were all happy they fluffed and they fluffed
They giggled and smiled and they were all chuffed
As night time approaches straight over the line
An ebony velvet and hint of divine
KF
One of my favourites this poem... might've tweaked it a little. Was at an exhibition once, think it was one of mine. Thoughts always run through your mind as an artist. Crazy ideas have to start from somewhere and it helps to let them out. Bit like building a house. Getting off the grass is a huge milestone when you're building your dream... no matter if it's your first or your sixth, building a home is my absolute favourite thing, and something that combines all of our strengths. If only I put as much effort into that as I do into writing, I'd really get somewhere lol.
