Cryptoart

Sometimes
one must vanish into the wind—
fly far away,
to unremember love.
Forget the name,
leave it among wandering clouds,
like promises dissolved in the sky.

Current bid 0.025 ETH
There are those who watch.
And those who bid, 'cause they know poetry has no time, only value.

https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0xF4cB4065cA9c50905f019a591780DB8ddCD98028/8

I’m confident that before you scroll past, you’ll give 3 minutes of your time to read the poem and step into my oneiric world.
And maybe… outbid 
@trpplffct

A magazine filled with (onchain) poetry. A fund to support poets.