My art is simple
With the blades sharp
And my fingers nimble
A masterpiece.
My art is clear
Most days it's kept hidden
Just waiting to appear
A masterpiece.
My art is comfort
Left arm as my canvas, i paint
And with the blade i flirt
A masterpiece.
My art is relief
From the anguish of life
The pain is brief
A masterpiece.
My art is quick
As the canvas heals
As if by magic
I can paint again
My Masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem