When art is all I have

We can't think
And create art,
An art is to be felt
By all senses,
Art can't be defined
In words,
It's a emotion to be felt,

They say,
Artist is art itself,
One who create it,
Leaves a mark,

I am an art,
Of someone's mind,
I am an art,
One of a kind,

Lets take a white sheet,
Cor it with thousand colours,
Mixing one into the other,
Until a new colour is formed,

I'm an artist
They say,
This is all
I can do,

Life is in a rhyme,
Or not,
I believe this free verse
I'd all mine..

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