with colors in hand
i painted a curtain
whose fall was elegant
yet rushed to subtle
i added the shades
from dark to humble
like a cascade falling
by the virtue of erosion
as a final touch ..
i splattered the canvas
with spots abstract..
here and there ..
unremarkable ..
- Author: amepiesces ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2023 14:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Art displayed yet poetry narrates ....
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