We're Made of Art
I write, I stroke,
I jot down, and I draw.
They're the same meaning,
But they are progressive.
Art develops like our mind,
As we're the embodiment of it.
Like any objects, they have no life.
But once we put our name on it,
We're defined by its purpose.
Just like a pen,
We create an art with possibilities,
Whether it'd be a drawing or a poetry.
The very moment we try it,
We can create it under our influence.
© Vyrene
#inspirational #philosophy #poem
I jot down, and I draw.
They're the same meaning,
But they are progressive.
Art develops like our mind,
As we're the embodiment of it.
Like any objects, they have no life.
But once we put our name on it,
We're defined by its purpose.
Just like a pen,
We create an art with possibilities,
Whether it'd be a drawing or a poetry.
The very moment we try it,
We can create it under our influence.
© Vyrene
#inspirational #philosophy #poem