Life is like art…
At times it can be ugly. When looking at the present and the now it can appear to simply be smudges of charcoals and inks. Thick eraser marks dirty the view from all the mistakes that have been made. But sometimes you have to look at the big picture, the whole scene… sometimes you have to stand back to appreciate the beauty. The beauty of art. The beauty of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem