Framed Poem Poem by Not Long Left
Framed Poem
Do not look at what is contained within
These four wooden polished walls.
Look to the left, right above and below
see faces drawn with chunky crayons
Notice how they all smile and the grass
at the bottom of the page is green.
If my words you throw your eyes upon
do not make much sense,
refrain imprisoning them inside a frame
Seek solace in the most beautiful thing
We shall ever see, A childs picture.
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