Poetry

A mural of a child.
The ruins of a city.
A blade hidden in silk.

It’s not a nightmare.
It’s a poem. A new layer of the soul.

Read the poem on @foundation .
If my words echo something in you, consider placing the first bid.

The start of something new. → foundation.app

A mural of a child.
The ruins of a city.
A blade hidden in silk.

It’s not a nightmare.
It’s a poem. A new layer of the soul.

Read the poem on @foundation .
If my words echo something in you, consider placing the first bid.

https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0xF4cB4065cA9c50905f019a591780DB8ddCD98028/9