Eyes soak in
The essence of creation
Frisson through
The body
The mind
Tears flow
The overwhelming power
That is art
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Eyes soak in
The essence of creation
Frisson through
The body
The mind
Tears flow
The overwhelming power
That is art
On a stool
She sat bare
Organic and corporeal
Her imperfections
Her beauty
On display
For all observers
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With the tears of joy
Her eyes sting pleasantly
Overwhelmed by
The birth of a child
A beautiful poem
A great work of art
People loving one another
With tears of pain
Her eyes burn in anguish
Overcome with sadness
The death of children
The hate in the world
Cities burning to the ground
Aspirations fading
With tears of hope
Her eyes embrace the pain
Trusting the world will recover
And love will flourish
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