The best lighting is at six in the evening,
When murky blue peeks through the cracks in the blinds.
We are only silhouettes,
Our flaws are lost in blurry outlines,
And we are content.
YOU ARE READING
Aesthetics
PoetryI felt it was time for a new beginning, so I've restarted my collection of poems. Feedback is encouraged.
Outlines
The best lighting is at six in the evening,
When murky blue peeks through the cracks in the blinds.
We are only silhouettes,
Our flaws are lost in blurry outlines,
And we are content.
