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He takes the brush full of endless wonders never runs out of stories to ignite aflame. Yet every day he seems to fall into deep thought in some other world where beauty excists inside a brittle crystal. The brush, shattering it to design carefully another wondrous form of art. Painter, draws the life while the composer plays music for the silky soul. Poet, writes the lines of eternal exsistence while the dancer gives heart for the movement Of life.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Silky Art
He takes the brush full of endless wonders never runs out of stories to ignite aflame. Yet every day he seems to fall into deep thought in some other world where beauty excists inside a brittle crystal. The brush, shattering it to design carefully another wondrous form of art. Painter, draws the life while the composer plays music for the silky soul. Poet, writes the lines of eternal exsistence while the dancer gives heart for the movement Of life.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
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