May 29, 2010
By Anonymous

Art has a mind of its own
And speaks to everyone you know
Art makes a sound
It can be happy, sad or even down
It makes the birds chirp and sing
It makes light and dark
It makes two stones spark
Art makes the world go round
It makes flowers come out of the ground
It makes rain come down from above
It makes peace, optimism and love

The author's comments:
This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother--keep doing what you love to do--thank you

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on Jun. 29 2010 at 12:43 pm
Britney15 BRONZE, Attleboro, Massachusetts
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this is beautiful i love your definition of art and i like that you dedicated this to your grandmother.

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