The graphing of photos
The clashing in colors
The strokes in a sketch
All enhancing what they behold.Turning the visions they held
Into perspectives unseen
For the dressed eye to see.From grim buildings
that cut clouds
to ugly flowers
that break concrete...A beholder creates what lies now,
what could be,
and never will.
A beholder admires what exists,
what used to,
and what never did.Behold nothing and give birth
to a gallery of your own.
Show them an Artist.
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Welcome To My Right Side (Book of Poetry)
PoetryWhatever enters my mind enters this poetry book of mine.