a line across
and it was horizon
a circle and dots
made sun and birds
few shades of gray
and there were clouds
.
and life
was breathed in
.
the sun set
birds flew home
clouds rained out
.
life
hangs upside down
suspended
in the void
trapped
in the closed
sketch book
.
death
roams free
meanwhile
.
inspiring
new
creations....