fiction and poetry, Imagine, Life, lost, Poems, Poetry

Painting

It hung there
for god knows how long,
must have been tired
of all those stares,
the gasps
and the noise all around.

I wonder if they ever need a hug,
an imagination being trapped
forever in a box and sealed in glass
is beauty and cruelty at the same time.

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