Art is a wide, wild field,
Where minds run free,
Lips aren't sealed,
Everything’s not what they seem.
Creativity runs through the veins,
excitement to create,
inspired, ART is created,
With every tears and sweat that rains.
Flowing to my palms,
And running up through my fingers,
Execution is made,
Every stroke of the brush, memories won’t fade.
Art lets you channel you’re pain,
Your happiness, hope,
And true artist wouldn't go for the gain,
But for every good feeling after art was made.
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