Zen

I am art.

I come off the walls when you

least expect

Like a chameleon I come in disguise

Illuminating opaque hearts

My wings radiating iridescent hues

Of purple

Tantalizing your mind's eye 

With every strike

I AM liberation

This poem is about: 
Me

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