Art flows, like rivers from the soul,
It holds no judgment, no regret.
Art listens, when words won’t suffice,
It stitches wounds, it breaks the ice.
Art connects, like threads unseen, unheard
A mirror for the in-between.
Art reveals what we often hide,
A safe embrace where truth can reside.
Art heals, it cradles our scars,
A quiet rebellion beneath the stars.
Pour your heart, let it ignite,
Art makes the darkness burn with light.
