In my sadness...

Moments of pure loneliness,
Inspiration has taken over me,
Wiping away my anxiety.

As I write words that came not from me,
I wonder how it can be,
How can something so beautiful came out from something so ugly.

A love that wasn't meant to be,
A slap of destiny,
Ill-treatment from someone's own family...

From agony— sprouts out a thing that inspires and conspires with time.
Then lo and behold!
A work of art is formed;
A poem is written, tongue's no longer bitten— the same as when composers compose new songs for people to sing---- they form music through harmony thus creating beauty blended in symphony, capturing us with their beauty!

A painting is made— colors has been laid,
A sculpture has been sculpted— marbles, wood and clay, these things gives life to even things that looks dull and gray.

Works of art— made timeless by hands and words.
Artistically done by people whose life's purpose is to make art, not to be admired but to express themselves and give out their heart.

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