A drawing I made for a friend of mine's poem:

"It’s raining glass on these acres of wood, the shards are a magnificent color of onyx and sapphire

It’s as if the winds are conducting an opera, the trees the actors as they become scarred from the shards

The shards lodge themselves in my skin, but I feel no pain, I feel no hurt

As the blackened sun begins to set on these acres, the rays illuminate me, and I shine as the salt among the oceans"

Check out his tumblr for more poems:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/fogspectrum

art by me
poem by fogspectrum/astralweek
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