For the love of Art
The strong array of colors were illuminating my eyes
the colors deepend my desire to create
i gathered all my weapons pencils, paint, erasers, markers
i decided to demonstrate my love of art
i felt as if i was in another world
i was failing slowly in a neverending joy
i felt like i was understood and never wanted to stop
my imagination soared as high as the stars
how could i possibly share this wonderful thing?
by creating more and more and interpreting art in a way that everyone could relate
now everytime i pick up my weapon, i know that one day i will change the world
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