THE ELEGANCE OF ART

The elegance of art so distraught
can not be captured or taught.
It comes from the heart and
breathes through the brain.
It surges and emerges from every vein.
It does not matter if a line
is left there.
Or a small golden tangle in a
young girl's hair.
For art has a purpose and so
do you.
You are imperfect; can't art be, too?

by Benjamin Rankin

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