Art is
wonderful, imaginative, peculiar.
With each stroke and line
telling its own individual story, yet art is
beautifully
executed in the brightest of colors
and painted in the darkest of grays.
I hang it on my wall, digitally
centered
on my profile. And it hangs there,
for the judgmental eyes to view
and the talkative lips gossip on each
individual mistake, yet even still
art, whether written or drawn,
remains
forever in my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poezja" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
