"ART THAT ROAMS"
“ART THAT ROAMS”
… Fine shaped, upon the request Of one’s feeling inside Formed to be its best Now clear with nothing to hide… … Beauty is one’s eye It becomes a peace of art And will never die It’s the human heart… … Bright colors could fool you As the sun gently glow Shining right through Who understands and knows…. … Astonishing the mind Of its beauty unseen! But you’d be amazed to find What one person might…
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