Art is my aphrodisiac
in moments of anxiety
and I can't imagine a single day
where he is not.

I see it in the streets
in the gaze of passersby
I feel it in the air
and in the scent of birch trees.

In my nightmare nights,
where art is not.
I just want to hide
until I find it again.

Thanks to:
@steemcurator01
@steemcurator02
@steemitblog
@stephenkendal
@xeldal
@enki
@xpilar
@sultan-aceh
@dobartim