The whisper of the pines warns of danger,
Yet I recklessly ignore their words.
Running hand in hand through the forest,
I find it hard to imagine that being led astray
Can be so perilous.
When he beguiles me with his smile,
I am forewarned of eminent betrayal, and yet
I am lured by his smooth seduction,
So I close my eyes, and follow his lead,
Till the ground fades away,
And I fall alone.


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I am artist, analyst, author, poet, composer, musician to name a few aspects of myself. A bit of a jack of trades, I dabble into many fields that encourage the blossom of imagination and allow me to channel my creativity. I dream vividly and view the world through the lens of optimism and opportunity while acknowledging the ink and shadows.

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