#WritcoPoemChallenge
The tricolour unfurls in all its glory,
Dancing on the free winds,
Of a blue sky just like I wish to unravel in my abstract painting.
Brushes and paints, set and ready.
I'm staring at a white wood product.
I linger in my mind for an illusion,
At least one,
But I'm like a sorcerer spilling out spoiled spells.

Unintentional silence...