The preface of my life
occured during a lightning storm.
The world hit with strobes
of blinding flashes.
Then a lightning bolt struck,
where I was born.
There was a firestorm,
the winds whirled around me.
Drama of a sort was born,
born to leave an impression.
Born to paint imageries of my mind
onto paper in the form of words.
This channeling of art,
from a mind not pieced together.
This tattooing of the page,
ink on paper, picture-words.
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Cleverly penned, Daniel. Incredible imagery my friend, phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian