ART

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A string at a time
Each note stretched to rhyme
All settles in a melodious chime

Portraits of words on paper
The music from a sculptors scrapper The oil on canvas that strums the last string

The  Jacksons on the moon to make souls sing
Mona Lisa still stuck on a frame calming hearts
I know the colour of boring, it's a world without arts

Life is beautiful.

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