The sadness in her face is more than I can bare
The hopeless eyes
The mouth that once smiled
Each wrinkle telling a story of her personal hell
She is a child of the street
A lost beauty that is nearly gone
She rises in grace
Returning to the purgatory in which she exists
Once again lost in the maelstrom
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words are offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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