An AR-chitect
An architectural boxcar-inspired poem
Glasses Glasses Glasses
Glasses Glasses Glasses
Glasses Glasses Glasses
It's twenty twenty-four...
Virtual.
Keep your face in the circle
Keep your face in the circle
Keep your face in the circle
An Architect!
Really?
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Well done o your poem.