Have you ever spent an hour just looking at art?

Feeling so small, you become a part,

of something bigger,

something better,

something…

just,

something.

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Look at that curve, that intricate pebble–

ornate and standoffish it serves as a rebel.

The rocks, the trees, the infinite leaves

Tell their own twisted story.

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Some faraway land, some faraway band.

Wondrous rapture falling into a glorious capture

it’s there

don’t you see?

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Plunder,

don’t wonder,

turn all fears asunder

Discover your soul in the eyes of another.

Breathe, leave, your heart on your sleeve.

Expose, uncover, believe and create

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Gazing into the soul of a stranger’s heart

Echoes of your own thoughts progress

In one line they’ve found true beauty

Beautifully curious, wonderfully strange

There’s a glimpse of the story in that

small, etched-in name

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You’ll see your face in their heart’s disgrace.

Such poetry in motion leave senses complete,

A power upon which could never deplete

An hour does not do so much justice

As a lifetime of observance,

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But try, my friend,

my brother,

dig in.

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Have you ever spent an hour

just

looking at art?