I prefer those two art forms. No realism, except maybe occasionally. First of all, I proudly state that Jesus Christ, my Lord and saviour is the one and only person or possession that I cannot, and will not give up. The next thing I must not fail to state is that I love everyone on the face of this planet earth, regardless of the hue of their skin. How dare I depart from that directive.
Poetry feeds the immortal soul.
Spring's frisky kittens Scampering Across the blue velvet rug Of an April Sky. The lovely auburn tresses Of tiny maple tree. All rights reserved.