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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
The Art Studio

The Art Studio

A Poem by Pamcocoa

I walked into the art studio
bombarded immediately by an ambush of colors.
This is where the magic happens
this is where all the artists go.
The smells of paint and oil
slowly wafted into my nose
I turned and saw my friend
paint delicately splattered on her clothes.
"Oh how I wish I had this talent!"
I think as I look admiringly at my friend's masterpiece
the walls of art that never seem to cease. 
Though I cannot create with a brush or paint
I can write words that take people on a journey
I can make the most evil person look like a saint.
And though our talents are different
everyone is unique; for we all have a story to tell,
whether it's on pages of paper 
or with paint in an art studio.

© 2015 Pamcocoa


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I love your last sentences about our story. No matter where we are, when we are, we are all creating our own, unique story.


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Added on May 8, 2015
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Pamcocoa
Pamcocoa

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