Creator

He creates worlds;

Fashions fresh air from the breath in his lungs

Paints skies with the blue in his eyes

Molds towns from scraps of paper

Grows trees from graphite

Mends bridges with irony

Decorates streets with similes. 

Comments

  1. Very strong! Love the directness...I can't seem to find the word I'm looking for, but hope you get my meaning.

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