{I never force, I feel}

Look at the tip of my pencil heading,
Look at the tip of my soul revealing itself,
Look at my sensitivity drawn.

A moment stolen from a thousand bandaged wounds,
by ART.
Art is my therapy and its expression is my life.

I never force, I write,
I never force, I pray,
I never force, I live,
I never force, I say,
Say our lives, our laughter, our sorrows, our senses
For I never force, I feel.

Look at this rose, remedy,
These mirrored roses, sensibility and life.

Someone told me that sentimentality is life,
that sentimentality is essence, departure and recommencement
that I should claim it and be worthy of it,

For the romantic, the sensitive, the tender, the dreamer,
is the one who comes to heal, sew, repair and unite.
He rebuilds a world destroyed by the quest for the material, for profit,
and with all his strength he cries out to the world: LIVE.

With the strength of his passion, his authenticity,
The world is reborn in PINK, and lives again.

So this is what I express with my pencil
And what each leaf of this bouquet tells you in song.

(c) Moustapha Chein

May 16, 2023