It takes six days, finishing the painting
the painter stares the canvas
there seemed to be a lack of colors
or a deficient in a color?
Blue, green, red, yellows all are there
Even eyes caught brown!
Oh, there is no color for dawn
The reddish-yellow, a simple eve-color
Artist storks in-between
The war begins on canvas. And the battle is on
from the canvas till tonight, small or large
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Author:
Ashraf ul Alam Shikder (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2021 12:14
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Comments1
wonderfully intense, in its strategically layered nuance
what a delight to submerge into those blank poetic spaces of meaning
within your letters, dear poet
really well thought-out (in my humble opinion),
thanks for sharing
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