28march 2021
There are stories in the sky, sending pages full of magic, to read and enjoy.. translating in hearts, every word unique to themselves, lines blur or enhance, into beauty, ignorance or romance.. giving birth to poetry or song.. painting or music.. designing or architecture.. writing or philosophy.. the divine artist melds into heart-strings to play the hues within.. for life is a blank book, with no words or meanings, except the ones we fill it with..
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