The Art Of Life

Poem By Melinda Kelly

The art of life

Art and play
play and art
play is what
can make the art

the art of a soul is unique
not ones art can be the same
and while the art of play can be disqised
not one is truly the same

the flaws and mistakes
seem to seep though
as though there telling on you

but while the mistakes show
so do the diffrences
and as they tell
so can you

time tells all truths
time tells all lies
and only then
can you be sure
that its origianal

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