Murals
I sit in my room
Enclosed in barren walls
A look through the window
And I see the fall.
I hear the hum of breeze
Playful winds whistling through the trees
All that beauty nature can speak
Seen through a wall with one glossy sheet.
I turn around and see the wall
An abyss of silence fills me with gall
I lift my brush in muted violence
And paint them all to cease that silence.
I sit in my room
Enclosed in motley walls
Gazing at those alluring creations
Ignites an unbridled sense of awe!
1 comment:
wOw! must say...its legggen-dary!
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