I use to believe I wasn’t creative
But now I know my mind is my color
My paint brush and paint
It helps me draw a world full of pain and love.
Hopes and hells.
It is my art.
And I’m grateful
For its existence.
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I use to believe I wasn’t creative
But now I know my mind is my color
My paint brush and paint
It helps me draw a world full of pain and love.
Hopes and hells.
It is my art.
And I’m grateful
For its existence.
I really enjoyed this poem on creativity…I too am so grateful that I can paint “hopes and hells” with my words.
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Me too!
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Actually we all are creative but often don’t express ourselves. Beautiful lines thanks for sharing 🙂😊
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HarleyRay expressed it perfectly. ^_^
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Yes absolutely 😊
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^_^
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