The Constipated Artist

An Alternative Ending

She's done and the fawn is hers,

She hope's this dream never ends.

This might not be real, who cares?

To her this is what dream lends.

- Flare (VII-X-IX)

#watercolour

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From A Series of Insecurities

(A poem by ARA)

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A girl is tending a garden of flowers

All day and all night as the moon come and go.

She never stops, she never sleeps, she tends with all her powers.

Only when the flowers bloom may she play with her doe.\

A doe is a gift that she’ll receive when she’s done;

She wished to play with it when it was then but a fawn

All day and all night as the moon come and go.

But only when the flowers bloom may she play with her doe.

Centuries have passed, her flowers were still just a bud.

She still carries on, although her eyes… compared to then it was sad.

Still, she tends the garden of flowers

She never stops, she never sleeps, still, she tends with all her powers.\

A doe is a gift that she’ll receive when she’s done,

But millenniums have passed, her flowers were still just a bud.

She wished to play with it when it was then but a fawn

So she still carries on, although her eyes… compared to then it was sad.