some things, we overlook

I like the way this poem takes a shape of a glass, very creative I must say. And a wonderful poem too,
"He cries when no-one is around
Bright is his sound
Dark, his pen"
Superb lines, RBK.
Thank you.
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Red Brick Keshner
Sun 11th Feb 2024 12:31
Thanks Manish ๐ทthatโs good of you to let me know ๐๐ท