Art

rings of smoke
twirled around fingers
give a momentum
never before known


I am no Midas
but things I touch
acquire new shapes
and meanings

I see the Creator amused
at emerging layers….
Did he really build those
or they sprout on their own?

He touches his heart
And calls it art
All that his creations see
emerging from cravings



Tale Weaver – #281 – Artwork – June 25th

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