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Art:
Pencils scratch across paper.
Shapes, a pattern, emerge.
Colors flow, filling shapes,
completing patterns.
Breathing life, in stillness.
Steady work, creating, building,
beauty.
Steady beats,
flowing music,
telling a story.
Sunlight gleaming,
waves rippling,
trees whispering,
bird calls ringing,
the world unfolding.
The beat of the surf is Nature's drumbeat,
the bird calls, Nature's flutes.
The trees, Nature's clarinets.
Nature is art,
the birthplace of all.
Art is Life.
- by Phoenixica24 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/14/2012 |
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- Title: Art
- Artist: Phoenixica24
- Description: Something I wrote while thinking of what each part of my life means to me. Sort of describes how I view art and why it's so important to me.
- Date: 06/14/2012
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