Painting the pictures of my mind
Word upon word
Line upon line
Creating images on tapestry
Images of words?
No....
Images of all that the mind and heart breath
Visions set free without brush or color
To be seen full bloom yet remain
Untouchable by any other
For I'm not an artist of paint
Nor an artist of sculpture
What I create is not tangible
It won't hang on a museum wall
Best hope is a dusty book store shelf
Yet still the reward of my soul
Is felt with each release
Each creation, each piece...
Each invisible image painted
From the depths of my mind
Word upon word
Line upon line...
@s.irfanaleem 5.21.14
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