You’re the colours that spilled
Onto the parchment of my life;
Amid the boring pages,
Blotches of hues that
My world never knew.
You’re the colours that spilled
Onto the parchment of my life;
Unorderly and beautiful,
Intriguing and lively;
Modern art.
Powerful Overflow 
Woahhhhh! !!
That’s lovely 😀
Learning to write poetry ha an. 🙂
LoveD it!
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Simply brilliant da. 🙂
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Nice poem.
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😀 Learning! Thank you akka!
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Nandri dude! 😀
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Very nice Kens 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely! A very different kind of poem.
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Thank you. I’m just starting to write poems and I guess would take a while to understand how different this one was 😀 Glad that you liked it.
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Beautifully expressed in simple language!!! 🙂
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Thank you Abi. Your karuthu means a lot to me! 🙂
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I would pass that on as a love letter ❤ wonderful modern art 😉
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Thank you. 😀
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Brilliant 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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you are welcome 🙂
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This is so lovely!
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Thank you! 🙂
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A modern art half undeciphered?
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My knowledge of modern art or poetry, for that matter, is close to nothing (:D) but I do feel that people, like modern art, can never be deciphered at once. There will always be moments where you get to know something more about the person you fell in love with.So, yes, deciphering a modern art is seldom completely done, I guess. 🙂
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Precisely 🙂
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