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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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