Scattered strokes on canvas of white,
Showcase dreams that danced at night.
Fragments formed from joy and pain,
Light and dark versus sun and rain.
Sculptures breaks shape and bends where silence speaks,
The curves ran to the soul it seeks.
Each piece a whisper, caught in space,
A fleeting truth the hands embrace.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to create a mini-series to celebrate National Poetry Writing Month. I figure this will be a unique addition to my writing style, making it a little more pop and lighthearted.
I hope you like it; bye. 🙂
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