Just realized I messed up a bit with the term "ephemeral", it should be quite the opposite. Haven't practiced my english for a while, I apologize. (I hope it, at least, makes sense)
Beauty is around you and in you.
"Art is the life only foolish miss, so don't be one."
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Just realized I messed up a bit with the term "ephemeral", it should be quite the opposite. Haven't practiced my english for a while, I apologize. (I hope it, at least, makes sense)
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Beauty is around you and in you.
Ever since I landed on this earth
The birds were singing
The trees were dancing
The rain was painting the grass with mud
And so are now
I may lay into passing away and bequeath
The art
That accompanied me through my living days
Beauty is not ephemeral, never was, never will be
But art is, was and will forever be
The vital signs of poetry pulse through my veins, and so does on yours
They've been with you your whole life, waiting for their verse on your heart
Look at it
Look once more
Look how many times are needed for you to understand
To belong
Make your verse, live in one
Art is the life only foolish miss
So don't be one
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PermalinkJust realized I messed up a bit with the term "ephemeral", it should be quite the opposite. Haven't practiced my english for a while, I apologize. (I hope it, at least, makes sense)
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Permalink'landed on this earth' - wait, do you mean it literally, or more like arriving somewhere brand new where everything sings?
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PermalinkVery beautiful poem, indeed. Made my day!
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