![]() You're ArtA Poem by c.m.![]() Just a little scribble from art class, inspired by a quote.![]() Lines can be lips; dots of eyes The burning color of auburn hair Hips of stroke by gentle hand Fimgers in tears and tiny rips
Lines are neither here nor there The brown not make your auburn hair The stroke fall short of jagged hips Fingers not reach from tiny rips © 2010 c.m.Author's Note
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