Mural on My Wall
The air blows,
As the curtains sway like the flowers embedded in the grass.
The explosions of meaning
It reads a thousand words
All of whom say something meaningful.
Red, white, blue, green, grey, yellow
All slash and conflict
Making me aware
That it is unimpeachable.
As the pathways cross and intermingle
Into one
Beautiful
Mural on my wall.
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My Poetry: A First Step to a Runaway
Poetry[WINNER OF 1ST PLACE IN THE CREATIVE AWARDS 2020] This is all just poetry that I wrote. I hope you enjoy all these words that flit through my mind in my car, in my free time, or to just bring out my inner child and write from my heart. This book is...
