as an artist paints pictures...
he puts his thoughts into shapes and figures.
he get's admirers for his work and critics too.some show it..some hide..
but it remains,the canvas has got images in it that'll forever be the artist's pride.
...the poems i write, i love them no matter what...
for they're my paintings..my expressions. ..my art.
...but what for?
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