Surreal shimmery silhouette
It is never a masterpiece
Though imagine the woman
Dream of me
Think of my passion
Then smear this canvas
Suffer like that vivid metaphor
You use and perform
We waste the world
My empty life, which screamed
From your every sculpture
In aesthetic harmony
I wrote this a while back. No mocking please.
1 comment:
Wow! I really like this poem. Very nice work! :)
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