The Artist

 

The artist paints his world of love,
He prays he makes it from the world above.
Sometimes he sits in thoughts of grace,
He never had a pretty face,
His heart was special, his soul unreal,
He always thought and he can always feel.
He takes the evil with the blessed ,
He puts no judgement on the rest,
He feels nature is his friend,
He says he will be there till the end.
His voice so timid , his life so full .
He is a special artist ,
He paints the world of love.

 

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