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Art Of Life

Art Of Life


My eyes are looking for freedom, I wish I could fly like a bird without fear of falling, I wish my eyes could see the beauty of world instead of war and oppression.

The eyes speak what the lips fail to say and that’s why your eyes are shining like a moon when you are happy and bleeds when you are sad.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change. Wherever it is a flower, there is love, life and beauty.

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