You are a gallery itself.
You show spring visiting with taking off a jacket.
Wind crushes against a cotton shirt.
Your feet with pedicure and flip-flops shine on summer afternoon.
You tell fall with a dark brown knit
A heavy coat covers you baring a simple smile that makes me warmed up.
A flame is ignited.
Art lives around you.
Dear people, flowers just around the corner, and skies I look up to
You are art itself
Your art is painting natures seasons with your words in your own engaging style nice to read indeed...regards
We all art, art is depict from nature and surroundings... and we are living in the world, of blue sky green leaf red flowers wavy ocean transparent air and wind...we live with them and we are part of them so art is us and art lives around art and art is all beautiful...._Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing... An hour before I was making a sketch of how to discover connection with art inside of our bodies. You focused on the outside but the flame is ignited from the inside. Yes we are art...