They speak not false when they say that you’re a piece of art.

You’re the art which stains the glass windows of cathedrals. 

The art which engraves a skin & soul to remain inside it forever.

The art found in concentric lines of the trees; in spherical raindrops and parabolic rainbows.

You, oh human, are the art painted by the pioneer of all artists.

Then how could you ever doubt the worth of His art? 

~S

|| drawing by yours truly ||

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