From pixel to verse
I wander like a reeds,
editing woes consume me
I spent countless late nights
Guidance sought in artistic hand
Wisdom dawn within
Of the artist whose hand I revere
Their lessons I absorbed
But with little improvement
And there's no solution after.
But words take fight
and poems take their stride.
With words gives some sinews and muscles, giving them a breath of life
Woven into a beautiful poem
You are reading now.
One path may close another beacon bright,
The closed door, a key to the chamber of the unseen.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2025
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