Art's canvas holds life's whispered song,
Strokes of passion, vibrant and strong.
A palette rich with hues untold,
A dance of tales, both new and old.
In sculptures carved from stone's embrace,
Emotions etched, frozen in grace.
A poet's verse, a painter's dream,
Art, a realm where thoughts redeem.
Through art, emotions find their voice,
A symphony where souls rejoice.
A mirror to the human heart,
Expressed in every crafted part.
From galleries to streets alive,
Art thrives, its energy does thrive.
It speaks of joy, of pain, of love,
An endless sky, a world above.
In each creation, a story told,
A glimpse of truth, a sight to behold.
Art breathes, transcending earthly sod,
A timeless ode to beauty, art of God.
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