LinesA Poem by Slow LeakHow many don't you see?When I draw lines, sometimes I see your face in them Sometimes lines come together to make sense when I am lost In the form of a map Or a poem I often use lines to convey something Letters, numbers, or desire Art is representation Line is representation We use lines to make things easy To make sense, To make scarves Of large crowds in the form of a queque In the earth to connect © 2015 Slow Leak |
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