Eyes are drawn
by a lovely form
I cannot help myself
I just stare
triangles I see
full of curves
barely contained
much too full
ribbons bright
pulled quite tight
so little to hold
such a heavy load
and gay bows
knotted tight
with loose ends
wanting pulled
too little there is
the job to do
mostly it does fail
the job to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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