Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2021
I try to find art in a picture of the futureβ€”
but my fingers keep on tracing
each one of my past paintings,
thinking about how beautiful it was
when I colored them wild and free.
it was hard to leave you
Written by
Axel  16/M/Malaysia
Please log in to view and add comments on poems