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YOU KNOW IT NOT

Updated: Nov 15, 2022

Musing of an artist...



the colors

talk, sing, scream, scowl

nothing unrevealed

they paint themselves

I don't


wild strokes and hues

hold another world

hugging me tight, pulling me in


one explosion

and then another

and then another...


words muffled

but I speak volumes

deafening loudness


you can't hear me, right?

I knew that.


dialogues mingle over the canvas

I make it look at the wall

lie down, sleep.


it's now safe

untouched

unseen


my home

warm and silent

deeper beyond reach


flight of passion

unwinged and furious


do I care?

I don't know...

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