In strokes of color, lines of grace,
A world unfolds upon the space.
With every shade, the canvas sings,
Art's silent voice, the brush it brings.
A pencil's dance, a charcoal's sway,
On paper plains, they pirouette away.
Sketching dreams, outlining thought,
In drawing's realm, the soul is caught.
A gallery of minds, a tapestry so vast,
Where every hue, a memory's cast.
In art we find, life's echoes drawn,
From dusk of night to blush of dawn.
So let the art, in heart take part,
A masterpiece from the very start.
For every line, and every dot,
Is a story told, a vision caught.
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