You’re An Art

A poem for the artist

You’re an art as abstract as Pollock’s Lavender Mist as wild as Picasso’s peculiar horse You’re an art from the most sacred era Coming out of my most vivid dreams.

Your walk is like the stroke that dominate the canvas of the road your silence screams louder than the background of Michelangelo

Many will get confused Between your beauty and delusion And will sleuth your existence But you’re an art Even when you think you’re not!

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