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Empty Canvas

Harrisham Rhyme

Photo by Avinash Kumar on Unsplash

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.




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