Rootless Life Without Art! Comments
Settled myself in a bullock cart,
to travel in the world of art.
I was blessed with weapon when born,
but unawared how to use it and horn.
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Life was becoming lifeless, because it was artless. As entered in the world of art, Soul was happy and feels pleasant, you are a born artist my dear young poet...... keep on. when the heart cries for art inside, then it is a sign...... be an artist of all kinds. concentrate...... do not fall into the evils of youth society... be concentrated my young and dear poet. God bless you. tony
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8/21/2025 8:13:12 AM # 1.0.0
Good in one