Makes an Artist
1 min readAug 9, 2020
The scent of dead leaves
And a wind that stings me to the bone
Oh, to be lost
And found in the arms of poetry that makes an artist out of me
-Saschia
The scent of dead leaves
And a wind that stings me to the bone
Oh, to be lost
And found in the arms of poetry that makes an artist out of me
-Saschia
A writer and sensitive realist who takes risks with the intention of progress