'Art' Poem by Shania K. Younce

'Art'

Rating: 5.0


Art oh, precious it will wither not.
Come and hinder thy thoughts.
The roof of thy mouth is dry and thy lips are cracked from your desperate cry.
Real the beauty of a statue's eyes.
Please the tender redness of thy breath.
Hold part to the painted heavens.
Paint the depths of the black that none can see.
Show yet life and explore with thee.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I really like art. Please comment at will and with honesty!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Herbert Poetry 24 April 2014

I gave 10 in rating. Wonderful

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