Art

Imagination run rampant,

creativity

-her twin.

See the art fire burning from deep within

 

A colorful lass born with

art in her soul,

 

       A living 

canvas,

ever so bold

 

From crayon stick figures in halls,

to painted murals on walls

  -all self portraits in a riot of color.

 

Bright and beautiful,

gifted and kind,

         With smiles to offer, or maybe, a piece

of her mind

 

But through the touch of her hand, a part of her

heart,

There's no finer friend, a 

true work of art.

This poem is about: 
Me

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