"Her"
In her desire to be Nude;
She clothed herself with paint,
And wiped out all the taint.
She removed all the hue,
Sealed and shaded all those clue.
The colour of black is white,
As the white turns into light.
Pretentiousness were concealed,
As the truest will be revealed.
The perfectly whole will be seen,
Like a gleeful girl in her dream.
She will soon become one of the stars,
Not a melancholy moon with scars.
-Denny Cole
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Obscure Anthology
RandomA book of Inscribed English and Tagalog equivocal poems, ballad, one-liners, flash fiction stories, free verse, and sonnets.
