By George P. Lumayag
Oh, art is the heart
of her creative shot,
she reveals her art.
She paints black and white;
her stroke is a pure sacrifice
to live the arts of life.
Her brush paints nude lines,
and then the twist of her life shows
beauties for art's sake.
She hides at nightfall,
and her memories strike me softly,
I pen her at dawn.
