In halls where creativity's breeze does flow,
An art high school, where dreams take flight and grow.
Brushstrokes dance upon canvases wide,
Each stroke a tale, a world inside.
Sculptors mold dreams from blocks of clay,
In every curve, a story finds its way.
Dancers grace floors with graceful stride,
Their movements speak of worlds untied.
Musicians' notes, like whispers in the air,
Compose symphonies of passion rare.
Actors on stage, in roles they embody,
Crafting emotions, captivating the body.
In this sanctuary of artistic embrace,
Young talents find their destined place.
Guided by mentors, they learn and explore,
In the art high school, dreams soar evermore.
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Random Poetry
PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
