Paper

Beauty is created on its face.

Colors swirling into a symphony,

Creating beauty where there is none found.

All emotions are held beneath the tip,

As it glides across this vast unknown.

Filling me with joy as lines meet shapes,

And colors fill them,

In that world of blank space.

Comments

kaytie95

This is how I feal about art. There are endless posibuilitys, all you have to have is a little imagination, and insperation to create a new world.

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