Art Life

Poem

T.S. Narkissa Luna
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
Photo by Alice Pasqual on Unsplash

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Walls of art,

But they only contained life,

Containing pieces of soul that lives on of its creator,

Arts that have each a language,

A story,

They cling to solid reality but have no direction,

They have love and resent,

They have strength to be more than a weakness,

Even if death is the only story to tell.

When all that is left is an art,

It is left to the ones that see, to decide,

And for the creators, to change and covet more

To fill places of needed residence,

To have passion, to light a fire within the havocs,

And within the chaotic creations.

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Born Ink

A home of the Moon and her lady. Where her stories and everything meets day of light.

T.S. Narkissa Luna

Written by

Poetess & Writer. Mother of the hidden moon. Healing with spilled ink and tears. A soul aged with the things of night. https://www.patreon.com/tsnarkissaluna

Born Ink

Born Ink

A home of the Moon and her lady. Where her stories and everything meets day of light.

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