Category : Poems

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Sketching the future that i cant predict, Imaginations flows through my thought like spring water that flows from a rock. 
I release a small amount of material onto a surface, leaving a visible mark, sketching and applying pigment of colors on how the future will look like. 
I keep on drawing although life can be frustrating and disappointing, it turns out that this can actually be good. 
Unexpected results have two benefits realise that when one door closes, another opens.