Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.
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Poetry, is the tapestry of emotions woven with words. Each verse a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, revealing the beauty and depth of human experience.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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Girls who ponder the depths of love without having taken the plunge are like artists, creating masterpieces in their hearts, waiting for the right moment to unveil their canvas to the world. Yet they shall not know that for every masterpiece there is always the boldest stroke which can make or break everything.
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"The poet's pen weaves magic through ink and paper, illuminating the ordinary with extraordinary hues. With each stroke, worlds unfurl and emotions ignite, inviting hearts to dance in the realm of verse."
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"Reality is a canvas, and we are the painters. We choose the colors of our existence and the brushstrokes that shape our destiny."
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The greedy will never stop their race to obtain other riches such as those stolen by force from those humble folks who prospered with the sweat of their brows, but for a stroke of bad luck their honor and dignity were taken away from them, making them servants like beasts locked up in a cage while the stingy and cruel master denied them prosperity and harmony with deceit. Once they were happy and free like a flock of crows screeching under a sky bluer than the sea.
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Life is like a canvas, the variety brush strokes and colours depict your life experiences.
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Our dream state minds are but a canvas of illusion, painted by the whimsical strokes of memories gone by, hopes of fantasies yet to come, and fears deeply embedded within our fragile glass walled souls. Only when we break free from the confines of our own self doubt can we truly embrace the stories that define all that we are, all that we were, and all that we are destined to become.
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QUOTE 61 IT WAS SUCH A VISION
WE WAS THERE I FELT YOU BREATING I DANCED IN YOUR EYES
I KISS YOUR LIPS WITH A STROKED
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Serindipity is not a cue to colourful life infact needs meaningful strokes to make it more fulfilling
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