Artist becomes Art
Blank walls to be painted,
sunrises to be made,
strokes of a pen, the revolution.
Artist becomes art,
becomes color,
becomes inspiration and creation.
Ideality that stems from a dream
to be inventive
to be innovational, to be so similar to the colors that paint our earth.
The elegance of an artist turned painting,
turned sublime and never-ending,
the imprint of you,
it will always remain in my existence.
Steadfast and glorious.
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