Pictures paint a thousand words
they say
Poetry stirs up imagination a
million times
Missing the good old days with
poetry
The inner blues and soulful tone
are fading
Why do sorrows always meet
creativity
A bubble of joy finds it hard to
express
Finesse in top of the cream word
of arts
Random words are thrown for
playful sake
Perhaps the loneliness of Van
Gogh
Matches the colourful vigour of
Da Vinci
Creations of geniuses spark
mystery
Leaving behind a trail of
followers
Sufferings exude great strength
A drop of pure blood sanctifies
all
In the dark night the soul
grieves
Mourning poured on masterpieces
A grand finale awaits the artsy
soul
No one understands yet many
feels
The depth of imaginations and
longings
True to itself till death does
it wait
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