Script Poem by Christian Hudak
Script
White walls, white walls
So dull and so simple
A vanilla painted canvas bleached before me
Surrounded by intense ashen matter
For everything is colorless, until i dream up a glow
I write shades and hues
I write tinge and value
Feelings take form, and I slather words upon
A snowy, virgin paper
For this, is my greatest pleasure
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4/24/2024 10:48:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I looove it! it is the script for poetry it was a nice drunk poem! inspiring! classic!