Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Opening to Inhale
Gases are not solids when inhaled,
Opening is closing, joking is laughing.
To close I think it awkward,
To open I might revolve and learn all politeness.
The inhalation of the air is breathing,
When do atoms mix, and compounds form
From the synod of elements chiming like beauty?
Little with fate as I, much more to do with the matter.
Gas is to be inspiring a volume of completeness,
The solids and liquids divide the space around,
The void is a vacuum of height and brevity.
It will soon know how to reside in torment,
In torment is the vacuum of the void.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black