Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Goal met he is folding into himself...love this William even if I'm wrong
Thank you, Lorraine. Be assured there is no right or wrong, no message hidden in these lines. He is simply here for a moment like this.
Smile, little man...Christmas is coming~
I admit he doesn’t look like an ornament; maybe a candle burning low; or waxing eloquent; is that Christmas, tugging at his lips?
I so do not belong on this page. My head is shrunk by protocol.But your graphics do relate. graphite? Ink? Some magic unknown potion?
Or simply inner harmony.
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