Nothing is bad
My dear Michael Philips
Nothing bad
No art and nothing.
Only empty sky
On this face
In this body
Within sky.
Drawing art is fine
Whatever it is
It is within
It is our ignorant.
And what is bad tell me
Are you bad
Am I bad
If not then
Come to a conclusion
And the conclusion is
Nothing bad.
Just look
In fine art
In good eyes
In newness
The beauty therein.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem