MetaphorsA Poem by Abida~Time is faultless, iron is rusted, The ink is blank on a paper so white. The brick so soft and the bridges now broken, Threads and stitches on thin tied ties. Windows with bars and shades of black, Green's now blue in the bluest of skies. The water's drained and the canvas is empty, Steps so faint yet the limits high.
© 2024 Abida~Author's Note
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