The Beauty Of Art
art is something that
blossoms
for an instant before
withering away
art is beauty that
last for just a moment
to me the essence of
art is an explosion
art is like the forbbiden
love showing it motion
in pain shifting you
from the dark path
art can be best
described like a poet
painting pictures
using words
the beauty of art is
infinite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.Nice poem on beauty of art