From me nothing is born
My hands solely create
what already exists
waiting for a shape or form.
A hero, I am not. Side character
at most. Bit-player in my own work
soulless gateway.
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Prose and poetry by Leen Raats
From me nothing is born
My hands solely create
what already exists
waiting for a shape or form.
A hero, I am not. Side character
at most. Bit-player in my own work
soulless gateway.
Continue reading