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Silence In Art

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I am a splash of paint.
An everlasting blemish upon the
concrete support.

I am a victim of silence.
A story deprived of words.

People pass by and look in
disapproval.

I wonder,
will they every appreciate me
like they do the smokey river below?

To them I am nothing.
But to my creator
I am her highest form
of art.

I come in many forms.
many colors,
Like the painting in a museum.
But i still remain a blemish
upon the concrete support.





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