A beat-less music
Or
A pen without ink
THAT,
is how life feels,
Without purpose:
No love
But love is art,
The purpose, as art,
-to create what you love
The meaning of your life
Color, butter-fly,
Jingle-bells
humming-bees,
Or,
THOSE
rain-bows!
Which make you wonder!!
-'Tis art!!!
Strange and Beautiful.
If it's what makes you alive,
'Tis love,
The art of life
At least, that's what completes my ocean with water
Fills my pen with ink
And completes this poem with
The art of life
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