I Drew Lines
I drew a line in the chalk
I tasted freedom
I touched the moon
I saw the air conforming around human nature
I danced in bliss
I smelt emotion
The sweet aroma of artificial joy
I drew lines in the chalk
I drew lines
But these lines become permanent
The lines in the chalk became the lines on my soul.
These lines didn't make me jovial
But caged my mind
I drew lines
To set trapped insides free
To dance in the sky
To become light
To be wind
I smelt only what I could see
And what I saw were lines
A gradual flow of red streams
A visual art form of relief
I drew two lines
But they weren't in the chalk.
But I was an artist
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