Style: Poetry
Statement: Art is changing around us all the time, yet it is also a constant cycle.
The sun kisses the sky with her soft lips,
painting the honey-gold hue across her endless canvas,
while her gaze begins to rest as her canvas blurs into the night blue shade, the freckles of
shining white appear brightly guiding the story of the past
To guide the ones in the present,
reminding you that she is always there,
that she is appears as just a shadow of her true self,
she strokes her brush softer than a soul to paint the crystal ice water with her face,
she sees herself changing yet still the same as before,
As her ideas are considered both new and old,
Her tears of sorrow drip down the canvas,
Tainting heavily onto the piece,
she's ashamed and wishes not to be seen as the hideous gray creature of the sky,
covers the beauty of her face in her canvas,
until her sister wakes from her satisfying slumber,
but the same cycle continues in an endless dance of change
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