From the forest I came.
From fallen trees--
I have no leaves,
No roots, no bark.
I am not vibrant.
Black and white--
Yet I create.
My colors are beyond those seen.
I am silent-- for now.
I wait-- for when the time is right,
One will caress my black and white canvas
And I will sing.
I will sing.
One will caress my black and white canvas
For this I wait.
But for now I am silent.
My colors are beyond those seen--
Yet I create
Black and white--
I am not vibrant.
No roots, no bark.
No leaves.
From fallen trees--
From the forest--I came.
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I'm a freelance creative who loves writing poetry and short stories. I hope you enjoy!
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