Well, what can I say more than a blank page could say in here?
My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.
At the edge of a brain
I lay with my thoughts;
close to your mind
a spear; constrain.
Hands push it along the line;
was a contract with birth
your guardian angel once did sign.
Glorious words of moral
Arms sail with force
spare-haired legs; dark; a moonlit night
stroke the surface of my white
A short sigh of relief reveals remorse.
(Lady of Poetry)