When you are drenched in artistic rain
No umbrella could hide your presence
drops of pain drip out the essence
Magic is in the subtle refrain
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
not the colours that attract the visitors
But rather the art that we surrender
Without any stages, art reflects the actor
With you, it engages later
Delayed gratification
Controlled Dopamine
Disproportionately sweet
Proper and cute
As the rain floods
The art mixes in my blood
What colour is my blood now?
each of the colours dispute
Though I know my heart is white
My life is bright
I'm not drenched in the Artistic Rain
Rather drowned in poetic queen
Covered by visually appealing screen
No art is foreign
it slips through the silver clouds
Swallows various colours
Now it is a pallet plane sky
Pretty humid for the art to fly
Art won't go away
Cause little Johny wants art today
Artistic paint cycle (water cycle)
Narrowed back into a spiral
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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Comments (2)
Karun you always wrote such artistic poems as this. Love this too.
I love this especially since art takes on so many different forms. What you wrote is also art and you crafted it so beautifully.