poetry is the essence of art

once, art was my life

i would sit down, paint my life

just go anywhere

with your pen, paper, and heart.

things change as you grow

i started to lose my art

i became stressed

my mind is overwhelmed.

just sit down, and write

thats what i would tell myself

what would earth be like?

if we all let our art go

hold on to your art

you need it to survive life

 

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