by Fatema Abdul Salik
Blue concentric circles,
Blue concentric circles,
Red square boxes.
Everything seems to be full of patterns.
The silver metal running on the ground,
Each small black line in the clock.
All patterns seem to be hidden to the hurrying eye.
Blue, purple and red,
The spines of books so colorful and repeated.
Patterns hidden in the cloudy sky.
The black stones on white cloth,
The thin veins of the leaves.
Everything seems to be full of patterns.
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| Photo by Michael Grossman |
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