ART AT HEART

by SAKHILE INNOCENT MHLANGA   Apr 24, 2017


ART AT HEART

Here to absolute, the world’s incomplete segment
Working for something, that may not slog
To mend the broken walls
Catted by the devastating melancholy of Nature
Singing the lyrics of berserk hazards
Destroying what is within the compass

Easily carrying the laboured lightly
Scattering beyond, untidiness
And shoving the stable
Giving it a lifetime movement
Though nor a plan, caught it moving
Only Nature knows
How to concept sensations to revelation

Deriving the ways of Spite
Endorsing the world, not on sale
Yield to serve, and save the desperate
Specially ordering to sedate high hearts
And the server is certainly Painting

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