A certain somebody, with a glint in those eyes

Stares down at my sullen face from above
With a pitiful smile, they spurt out ice
All over my naked skin and shove
My clear soul aside and smirk
At my precious musings
As I duly overwork
My self


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  1. OK! and you can laugh at yourself too.

  2. I am laughing at myself right now. It feels really good. Thank you dear angel in the dust. 🙂

  3. Dude wonderful idea for visual poetry. I was also thinking along these lines to mix painting and poetry and then I saw you did it 🙂 I love the fractals at the source of spillage and also the idea of reflection there

  4. Wow! Magnificent! BTW, I love how you have your words formed into that shape! ❤

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