Short Poem Game

[Nicholas Smoke]

Circles of emptiness,
Drawn on the window,
Reminding our eyes,
Of the space,
In the middle,

Nothing is changing,
Or moving,
And shifting,

All is the same,
In this life,
Quickly drifting,

Away,
From the struggle,
We hold,
In our hearts,

Return,
To the peace,
That we feel,
In the arts.

-Can you reply with a short poem of your own about the arts? Hopefully with each one building on the next...:idea: