Art is born to lovers seeds souls with wonder woven musically melody rebounds in words. in sounds. it sings. turns pain into other things a baby make two parents but when hearts and art collide meaning is made I come home, belong. when Art is born to lovers, to breathe life into everyone
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'in thin places, the old words say, the barrier between our world of Facts and the next world of Poetry becomes porous, penetrable, whisper-thin. in these places, certain invisible things— like music or love or memory or art—become suddenly visible. barriers between the you and not-you, the real and unreal, the worldly and otherworldly, dissolve'. Ars Poetica
This is beautiful.