Being in Louvre

Let’s not forget that poetry as an art

Is just an expression of emotions through words.

What I do is no different than anyone else.

What I do is simply exist.

So when you wake up happy or sad or angry or in love or miserable

You aren’t just making art

You are a gallery of blended emotions and bleeding metaphors and abstract feeling

You are the art

And you are beautiful

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