What Are Some Art Projects You All Have Done or Are You Currently Doing?
I have been making some nature drawings and then I try to think what someone would enjoy and would be relaxing for them to see everyday. 🌅🐈
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A fighter, a destroyer, gazing at a star,
Surviving battles, both near and far.
A fighter, a destroyer, seeking out the fight,
In dreams, he sees his enemies take flight.
Enemies defeated, in cells they were confined,
Their bodies burned and their minds left behind.
A fighter, a destroyer, peering at the stars,
Through dreams of foes who vanished, no longer behind bars.
Empty sights of missiles, waiting for their aim,
In the finite library of dreams, a thrilling game.
War and dreams, both limited in time,
But who is the enemy when seeking in dreams we climb?
A map on display, a crimson dot shining bright,
Turbines switching, a swift reversal, taking flight,
Engines warming, fuel supply in full flow,
A fighter, a destroyer, charging forward, ready to go.
And still, there are enemies, foes of his foes,
A fighter, a destroyer, where starlight glows.
In that flashing, primary, red dot's gleam,
A collection of new dreams, waiting to be seen.
Surviving battles, both near and far.
A fighter, a destroyer, seeking out the fight,
In dreams, he sees his enemies take flight.
Enemies defeated, in cells they were confined,
Their bodies burned and their minds left behind.
A fighter, a destroyer, peering at the stars,
Through dreams of foes who vanished, no longer behind bars.
Empty sights of missiles, waiting for their aim,
In the finite library of dreams, a thrilling game.
War and dreams, both limited in time,
But who is the enemy when seeking in dreams we climb?
A map on display, a crimson dot shining bright,
Turbines switching, a swift reversal, taking flight,
Engines warming, fuel supply in full flow,
A fighter, a destroyer, charging forward, ready to go.
And still, there are enemies, foes of his foes,
A fighter, a destroyer, where starlight glows.
In that flashing, primary, red dot's gleam,
A collection of new dreams, waiting to be seen.
