Poetry – An Empty Canvas

He drew her His perfect imagination A beautiful Art A timeless creation Concocted her soft lips Designing a curve on them Her enchanting eyes Breaking loose mayhem With passion He outline her Every part so intricately Glistening white skin He fabricated her, so lusciously. Then all hell break loose A tumult Break down He lost […]

via An Empty Canvas. — Wanderings of a lost soul…

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