Art is beautiful,
Its beauty has no limits.
Beauty comes from nature and human,
Day by day, sunrise to sunset.
Green on the meadow, blue of the sky.
The ocean in deep, the mountains are high.
Art comes in many forms, shapes, and sizes.
Art comes from heart and mind.
Life is pictures have a lot mixing of colors:
Tone of warm or cool,
Some so light or so dark,
In the life
We have a lot...or nothing!
What is different after leaving this world?
Between happiness and sorrow not have bound,
Smile with tears was diapason.
How understand the life that is art.
Art is exists,
The life is more meaningful
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