In colors and shapes, my spirit takes flight,
Creating by day and dreaming by night.

A canvas, a shell, or paper so white,
Each stroke and each splash feels perfectly right.

Art is my language, my joy, and my song,
A place where all hearts and wild souls belong.

The world fades away, and time slips unseen,
In moments of making, I live in between.

So I’ll paint and I’ll draw, let imagination roam,
For in creating art, I’ve truly found home.

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