Silhouette

Breathe in the pattern

Fancy the lines 

Capture the shape

What a lovely design 

It stands still to be awed

But for a moment in time


Lounge in the meaning

Cherish the art

To punish emotions 

And expose the heart

Whisper any sensations 

As if a la carte 


Trace the remains

With a brush meant to dream 

The silhouette lies empty

Awaiting a theme 


For its core is hollow 

Just a figure, no form

Anxiously hoping

Just to perform

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