Poetry
Harrisham Rhyme
Empty canvas waits to be decorated,
yearning for an aesthete’s touch,
gagged beyond time and separated,
desires to be colored and get a smudge,
steadfast with emotions but desolated,
thrives soberly and continues to trudge.
Copyright © 2022 — A.H. Mehr
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