My Happiness |
Is when I see his face
Love
Is when I touch his lips
Love
Is when I look into his eyes
Love
Is when every breath is his
Knowledge
Is what I lack
Knowledge
Is what I seek
Art
Is where lies my heart
I fear not death
For I have seen death
When I have no love left
For I have seen death
When I am smug with what I learnt
For I have seen death
When I rot with lack of art
If art was a person, it would have become too emotional! ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you :D touch ai potundi
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