Andrew Sweeney


Inspiration

Behind the alter on bended knee.
So surrean.
Cleanseing me.
Doves fly out from the clouds of an apexing sun.
I feel as one.
One with nature as she clencthes me into her bossum.
Im her son.
Im her lost child with a open mind that tends to get a little lost.
A stray lamb.

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