Art is like life,
The more you add on that blank canvas,
The more your life progresses,
Make the wrong move,
Your life goes in the wrong direction,
At the end,
You are presented with the final picture,
And your life is running the final lap
Author's note
I know this is not one of my beast poems but bare with me. I am only getting started.
Black Spades
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A Collection of Accumulative Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book/story of all my poems that I have written over the years. Please keep reading because it gets better after awhile. All rights preserved. All my works are copyright under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes...
