The
Life and Death of an Artist
When
I say artist I mean the man who is building things…some with a brush – some
with a shovel – some choose a pen.
The
artist is the one who dreams of restoring a world destroyed by folly.
He
is the one who dreams of bringing back to life a woman killed by evil men.
He
is the one who dreams of rebuilding a world that has been torn apart.
He
is the one who dreams of restoring peace and harmony.
He
is the one who screams in the night when he cannot sleep.
He
is the one who wakes up in fright, his heart racing.
He
is the one whose nightmares have become reality.
____ AKSHR
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