Beauty of Art
As iced particles shiver slowly to melt.
Appearing as single tears shedding away,
In the silky snow prints that gone stray.
And where they lead no one knows,
Or what significance it might pose.
Only to vision this psychedelic setting as a hutch,
That's dipped in paint with an acrylic touch.
Shaped like as and castle dissolving in the rain,
While beads of salt secrete from each grain.
Developing the idea of a disillusional thought,
When nothing is free if everthing is bought.
Joshua Tawater
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