Art is a blast,
free from the worries of the past.
Splashes of colour, dashes of white,
making the night feel so light and so bright.
Hues of blue,
the palest of pinks,
forgeting your worries
in the time of a blink.
Unbound by chains,
not frought by laws,
Art is something
to love and adore.
Hate it or love it,
it's your choice alone.
One man's trash,
is another man's gold.
Art is like a story,
woven yet untold.
Mandy Lee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-art/
