hello, i am human. my works are to my original best, and are sculpted to interest the mind of the curious.
Copyright © 2012 Tyler Papp
green strokes
the web of nature
around her body/
an earth/
will rise in a tide next to
our love/
a piece of
god/
expands us closely
/
the sun falls
/
our lips rise
the garden grew on a mountainous curve
of an angle only found by the measure of his words,
the branches would extended throughout the palms of
his hands and his son would play under the bushes and plants;
they’d tangle in the wood and find themselves lost in the flowers-
everyday was spring; though, childhood, an hourglass.
