How does an artist die
When the creator lives on
In every creation
Manifested
A thousand fold
In
every stroke
every note
every syllable
A kaleidoscope
Of his soul
Death of an Artist
Published
"I am. I am not. Neither boxed into a belief, nor am I defined by my body. I am insane and intellectual. I am materialistic and esoteric. I am narcissist and humble. I am mundane and spiritual. I am simple and incomprehensible. Defined by my mind, my thoughts, a breaker of tags, I am abstract.”
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