We write, create, for the art to tell us
What it is to be made in to.
It moulds us,
Then with the final
Brushstroke,
Ink,
Bolt,
It then tells us the secret
Which was hidden
It created us too breath life
Where there was none
But know it is seen where eyes didn't see..
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
