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The Art of a Canvas


Every sunset has its own 

beauty on their canvas,

Every color has its 

own meaning in their art,

With the day just ending,

Sunsets remind ourselves

there's always something good 

in something bad,

Even sincere endings

can be quite beautiful

 

Every sunrise has its own 

beauty on their canvas,

Every color has its 

own meaning in their art,

With the day just beginning,

Sunrises remind all

an ending

can be a beginning,

With the paint brush in your hand

it's a fresh slate

 

Every day is ultimately

24 hours of art 

in the sky,

showing all

there's beauty in endings

and beginnings,

No matter who or 

what we are,

Every day is a new canvas

waiting to become Art.

 

 

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