Mojo Of Art Poem by Amarantus Lauriere

Ne'er can blank spell baffle the muse for art,
Masterly skills spill from hands, maiden tenderness from heart.
Ne'er can surging barriers block the space of art,
Color of love takes no fruit of creation apart.
Green and rose spread and splice so smart,
Leaves make their nestlers an integral part.

Compulsory isolation always outridden by compulsive osculation;
Man-made control always outwitted by art-aroused contagion.