Art is illusion of myself,
It doesn't just lie on the shelf:
Creates the world beneath the sheet.
Within my mind is full of need
To make, to show, provide the truth,
The sense of being to the youth,
Cause everybody in this world
Has their one desired chord...
One string, one beat,
one rhyme, that hits
Right into hearts of human beings,
Despite the mass just doesn't hear
The voice of author, who has poured
Their soul in art to start the storm,
That rises from the endless pit
Of inspiration without prof;t,
That is miraculous, indeed..
14.06.2022
Art is illusion of myself
© Copyright: Софи Осипова, 2022
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