color… The color denies all of meI deny that I do not want to be painted hereI will not bend my mindSo continue to draw as I wishUntil my color is my colorI believe me and move forwardEven if the surface of icy water breaksTo push on my feet A poet ~ now person ...
The color denies all of meI deny that I do not want to be painted hereI will not bend my mindSo continue to draw as I wishUntil my color is my colorI believe me and move forwardEven if the surface of icy water breaksTo push on my feet A poet ~ now person ...