Blue Light

a haiku regarding modern technology

By K.Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Beaming through a screen

Every young mind’s abductor

Time’s new consumer

sad poetry

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K.

Deeply obsessed with dark and suspenseful stories. Occasionally writes poems and other kinds of pieces.

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Blue Light

a haiku regarding modern technology

About the Creator

K.

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