I have
This insatiable desire,
A lust and a longing
For all that is art.
To see
My soul made flesh,
On a lonely strip
Of canvas cloth.
We feel
That art is extraneous,
But in fact it is
The very fabric of life.
I know
That when gazing into
An artist's raw soul
That I am home.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2019 21:14
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Nice..... N
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