When i draw roses
I paint them without thorns
Because in my heart there are none
I was always suprised
That in real life
Roses made me bleed
In my mind
There is a wonderland
Rich internal life
Internal
Eternity
Infinity
Love
Goes on and on
Like Jesus made a real life
Alice in wonderland
Lost in a world
Only other artists see
Because that’s real reality
The things artists see
(poem, 6.7.2023)






