…The diaphanous words composing the lyric.
…The solid atomized in the atmospheric.
…The many strokes a brush gathers distinct.
…A blurry image on the whole made succinct.
…The tune conceived by its very first note.
…The pearl’s grist a hum vexing the throat.
…A vigorous expression sourced from life.
…A creative frisson left by vital strife.
…A rapture over pieces compiling a whole.
…An enthusiasm shaking the cage of control.
…Spirit bulging out thru bumps on skin.
…Vision to foresee & Energy to begin.
…It is body born with no stable substance.
…A welcome sensation in seldom abundance.
I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi
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