Subtle Poem by Jordan Salinas
Subtle
The birds fly,
south of these lands.
Foolish to think such things.
A crayon does speak my mind,
and a pencil does see my suit.
In all due time,
or in hot pursuit.
We will entise those that arive,
and those that fall through.
wow dude, deep... i understand though, A crayon does speak my mind, and a pencil does see my suit my favorite line. i understand how your mind is in your art with your crayons, and not with the humdrum pencil life of all school offers. good job!
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5/6/2024 7:39:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
crayons speak my mind also but not in the way they speak yours :) very nice poem.