Sunday, 30 July 2023

Art that is him

He wasn't a reader, 

He had no eye for art.

He thought it all to be commotion.

 I thought, there has to be a way...

 So I immortalised him, 

 By writing him into my words.

 And there he'll stay.

 Quiet, sealed and calm.

 In the art that is him.

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