Can't You See the Shapes

I can see the shapes
But my hands can't form them right

They're trapped in my mind

Why can’t I see the light?

Dancing and soaring

I forget what's around me

Electric body

Won’t you do what I do?

Come sit in the shade

Let the arid world fly by

Luscious, dark gray shade

Take my hand, come and fly

Can’t you see the shapes

Our fingers form them right

Trapped in our minds

Can’t you see the bright light?

~a poem by Gemaine~

~based on a series of haikus by Hannah~

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