Abby Pe Poet Free verse

Pure Art

Fingers racing,
guiding lines,
No rulers, no rules
Colliding at angles
connecting,crashing
in a mad flurry of curves.
Slashing,swinging
splashes of color
No clear direction,
No clear meaning,
but an evident feeling.
No clear change,
of light and shadow
bringing everything to life.
Guiding all the feelings,
putting to paper
not words not notes
but pure feeling
Pure Art.

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