By Sarah Khan
The hands that write, grow old one day
But the written words don’t change
The colours that paint fade away
But the painting remains the same
The legends might be forgotten one day
But the history makes no change
The pencil gets smaller after every use
But the sketch stays the same
The Artist might die on day
But the essence of Art doesn’t change
DESCRIPTION- Art has the power of preserving the past, the lost and the extinct. I feel like art is
immortal and that the artist dies leaving an imprint, a beautiful mark in this world. The mortal artist
leaves an immortal trace of art in this world for the generations to admire.
By Sarah Khan
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