ART
Its the air i breath,
the content that fills up my lungs,
the ideas of it aint a plank,
its genuinity is a fact,
the practicers are conc with intellect,
but what defines it is simplicity,
simplicity in expressing feelings emotions and gestures,
the art in poetry doesnt error like a cult,
it expresses the hurt that cuts the heart,
exposes the heartlessness in society like a bald hatless man,
cause art is wide like a sea,
deep like a never ending pit,
strong like rods of lead, but
its REAL!!!!
This poem is about:
Our world
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