Life, Reflection

A dream deferred

The last few years has been a lot of late nights working, and in the lows of those hours between midnight and dawn I always end up questioning the larger purpose of my life. This is a poem for those times.

From Harlem by Langston Hughes

From the sketchbook Captivity (Feb 2017)


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