Amidst the dimness of the museum,
The arts were glowing in my eyes,
Sculptures, and paintings weren't gloom,
Vintage clock, vases, and dice.
Long curtains' blew away from high windows,
Illuminating the against-the-light shadows;
I stepped away and got tripped,
I held myself with a table cloth but ripped.
The porcelain sculpture gone into pieces,
The art room darkened at the sudden tempest;
Began to see the statues' moving towards me
As I climb towards the exit while breathing heavily.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
ŞiirMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
