Sep 18, 2024
Work of Art
I drip words
made up of imagination,
my scent so wild,
and my presence is power.
I have no shape,
but a perfect sculpture,
a reflection of life,
a beauty of harmony.
In many forms I appear,
behind the lens,
behind the scene,
the quality of beauty.
Every emotions,
with different motions,
from pieces molded a poetry,
rhyming mood of coquetry.
I am the strongest spirit,
with every single digit,
as little as a splash,
a perfect English rose.
The imperfections,
broken with flawless,
fated with rhyme,
I am the extra ordinary;
A creation,
A gift,
A challenge,
I am, the work of Art.
