Love For The Arts
A master piece yet to be discovered,
a brush shows my ture emotions,
even though i made this a repetition of practiced motion,
my lines shape an colors shows my devotion.
The passion that creates a feeling that mend an unsettled heath,
giving it a sense of healing from peaceful words to draphic design
showing poetry an Art at an intertwing.
A master piece yet to be discovered,
with a setting of a humid day my brush drawn farther away,
just as you painted so beautifully done today,
a clowd of words uttered in silence "u painted me without speaking"
now write me down to add your true meaning.
From big to small stanzas to stanzas it will always be that
I discovered a piece that wasn't living
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