When I look at your art.

When I look at your art.
The pulse increases in my heart.
I struggle for breathe or even thoughts.
Like lightning it strikes me, your soul, my god.
It is beautiful, every waking piece.
Like thunder it’s frightening, your beauty, my god.
I struggle to hold concentration or to think.
The pulse increases in my heart.
When I look at your art.

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