CluelessA Poem by tiyaI heed the briefs and preference From them and then tense As slowly bogged down mind recoils Gaping at many a choice. I take the colors black and white Make a pick"I can’t decide I stare at the sheet search my mind Which one, curve or line? I choose the white, still make a mess Obscure marks, nonetheless Scribbles unfinished can’t impress Closing time and still clueless.
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Added on August 10, 2016 Last Updated on August 10, 2016 Author |