The Form of Our Art

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If you had a bird’s eye view of the tapestry in my head

Could you read all the colors and decipher what it said?

Would it fill you until it consumes all the pieces in your heart?

Can it be the glue and the paper and mold the story of our start?

Could you tell me all the pictures that it paints in your brain?

Do you see the masterpiece on my spirit you have stained?

Could you understand the place value that you now hold?

Like a rediscovered element that is worth more than gold

Let me paint the moon with your eyes lashes for you light up my dark sky

Allowing me to see a sea full of stars for my spirit you arised

Let me sketch the landscapes with your mind for you draw out my soul

Etching every hill and valley, every arch, every roll

Let me mold the sculptures with your hands for you shaped my heart

Creating the masterpiece that is us – the form of our art

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Published by E. Lee V.

Blue Lady but I am never Blue. I am a reflection of the sky, positive virtue. I flow like water. I rain through the thunder. My soul so vivid, Sapphire, I am a wonder. I use the pen to creatively express the beat my heart makes. With every stroke, I strike emotions, - vividly exposing my arms where my heart lives. Feeling tender to touch, with a tight clutch, almost refusing to put the paper down to let my mind soak up this lyrical sense of my being. Refusing to empathize with myself, looking at this black and white masterpiece and questioning it's self worth. Allowing the ink to seep into my bloodstream, - I meditate. I am a queen in my own right, and a goddess to creation. My lines are just proof that the storm has arrived. I am here.

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