An artist
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An urge to create something;
Strange and wonderful
Pleasing and graceful
Elegant and grand
In the torment of his soul, artist
Creates out of the chaos of this world
In hours serenely quiet
Dreams many brave things
And many unlike things
Like love and hate
Fear and guts to meet
Brings moonlight into day
And sunlight into night
Infuses life into lifeless,
Breath into breathless
With his brush, past speaks
Present smiles and future dreams
Such is his privilege
To promote in souls cheerfulness
And to see buds bursting forth
To flowers in every place
Creation is his melody
That he seems singing to us
We can hear it in our heart
With imagination and sensitiveness…………..
...Brings...sunlight into night.... Amazing!
Well, yes, Deepak. And an artist can be most anything if brought up to a certain sublime level: besides painters, novelists & poets, composers, singers, dancers, funambulists, even dog trainers.
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Brings moonlight into day And sunlighjt into nigh Breath into breathless - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - With his brush, past speaks Present smiles and future dreams- - - - -Loved the lines.