I can sense your passion in doing your artwork
The swift of strokes with colors of vision you lurke
Or the strangeness of your words and how it all meant
But you kept it hidden, to no one, out it went
Your creativity burst but no one can see
Love, don’t worry, its fumes I will breathe endlessly
I will inhale the vivid toxin of greatness
I would still indulge the impossible waste-less
Write, draw, sing, think, wonder, be you, my beautiful
Do not be oppressed, you are complete, you are whole
In this vast land of competitiveness, out-stand
Your greatness overflows, I’m your number one fan.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
I can sense your passion in doing your artwork
The swift of strokes with colors of vision you lurke
Or the strangeness of your words and how it all meant
But you kept it hidden, to no one, out it went
Your creativity burst but no one can see
Love, don’t worry, its fumes I will breathe endlessly
I will inhale the vivid toxin of greatness
I would still indulge the impossible waste-less
Write, draw, sing, think, wonder, be you, my beautiful
Do not be oppressed, you are complete, you are whole
In this vast land of competitiveness, out-stand
Your greatness overflows, I’m your number one fan.
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