He began to hum
Following a silence, he turned his face to another drawing and remarked,
"This will affect your intellect, I am sure."
I saw several blending and spreading lines
In black and white
While I attempted to comprehend the artist’s work
My mind began to graze the grass
I looked up to him and exclaimed,
“Apologize, sir, I am unable to understand anything!”
He answered, “That’s it, I wanted this. I’m grateful.”
*****
Dear Readers and Fellow Writers,
Vocal is a vibrant community. So many genius creators share their creativity. I do not claim high. Each piece I craft with my original ideas and emotions. Poetry, for me, is to explore myself—a unique path, which introduce me to myself.
Do not claim it would connect deeply with you but I am so connected with it.
Dear readers and fellow creators! Your support, encouragement, and constructive feedback are valuable. I extend my gratitude and look forward to you for your kind response.
About the Creator
Fly Alone
Hello! I am a poet and writer. I write whatever comes in my mind.
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