WRITING 101 POETRY DAY 8
I have never seen the likes of you,
The wall of color and light your beauty exudes.
You are poetry in motion that came from a can,
Your fumes are intoxicating and heady.
You are self-expression at its finest,
You are the right to speak my mind.
So much as I am an artist in writing,
As are you with your colors and tags.
We are all artists of various flavors,
That’s what makes us interesting.