ominouspoet

ominouspoet

VT

15 years old

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  • Of this I know

    Certain. What is certain to me?

    that I do not know myself truly, not yet

    that I will be here, always, for those whom I call acquaintances.

    that art, all art, is timeless.

    that I am made of pieces of everything,

  • Til the Storm Passes

    Wind

    roars through the valley,

    the leaves cling to their trees,

    holding on for dear life.

    But the wind is too strong,

    and soon they are lost to the storm.

    Rain pelts anything reachable,