twilightmitori

An artist bends the picture right before his eyes The colors swril into each other Like three leaves in a blizzard It becomes one with the soul of who's watching. An artist puts to action a thought His tools can be unseen and seen to all And to all the artist is god Creating, earasing and comparing the earth to the sky. An artist makes a picture too small, too big, too perfect Like a golden meadow swinging with the breeze from side to side It is different, unique in every instance It is warm, cold and free in every second. An artist is forever with his work Inmortality is but a constant beating of the heart He only dies when he