The Artist's TongueA Poem by LittleGlassWingsThe artist's tongue speaks not Through words or symbols But through soft colors and rich emotions. The artist’s fingers move not From technical practice But through memory and freedom. The artist’s eyes see not Forms of intricate details But woven stories of forgotten times. The artist’s body feels not, The mind thinks not, But the heart moves forward. The artist does not make art, The artist experiences art. The artist's tongue is silent But each whisper is heard a scream. © 2013 LittleGlassWings |
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