Uhtceare; oneSelf art
I broke up with my abstract of uncertainties,
I trashed out my bin of crumpled timorousness
and I abandoned the canvas of my pessimistic
I sent telegrams to my crafted silence,
demanding to comeback.I cried for the equal color of aplomb
to kiss my character.I have my hue of war and peace,
I have my tint of forlorn and buoyant,
I defines recherché.
An implicit and esoteric.
An art made by one artist.
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The art of Poesy
PoetryLying awake before dawn and worrying Compilation of words since 2018