Paint
With water, it might be washed away.
With sunlight, it may fade.
With abuse, it may be destroyed.
But no matter what happens to the art you create,
you will always know you did something.
Now you just need to decide if that matters.
Posted on September 4, 2013, in Poetry and tagged art, creativity, poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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