The crooked painting winked

Nailing was vibrating

Painting wink

I hesitate before the room

His eyes moved by winking

In a blink

Was the rain leaking? I assume

Was it the way it brushed?

Missed some parts

Facts don’t match, haven’t got a clue

Painting’s winked, I just flussed

Such fine arts

Outside cow’s moo and the wind blew

Cut it out, that’s not real

Body shake

Imagination runs so wild

What do I really feel?

Be awake

That crooked painting is so wild*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

  • Tri-fall



Comments are closed.