Art Lives On

just a really short piece- i'm unsure of whether i like it or not. as always, feel free to comment what you think or add to it! :)

people come and go,

but art always remains-

the painters painting is an orb of his desires,

the poets words the portal to her haunting thoughts,

and the dancers routine the door to their battered souls-

the artiste may leave this world far behind when they reach the end of their time,

but their art will always be here,

the testament of forsaken beauty that will forever live on.

The End

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