Together as one
We create all creations
Essential substance
LIFE IS ART AND YOUR WORDS ARE THE COLOURS...
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You see words I see colors Hues vibrant enough to spark imagination Paintings that demand narration If only I could buy a moment of your time and make you pay attention
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