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Negative Space


Negative Space

Humming a tune,
the song is never sung.

Strumming the chords,
a melody is lost.

Counting minutes,
hours turn to days.

Seeking direction,
a course is all but set.

Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-01-14

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