Art. Poetry. AI.
Fire and light, a gift That can both warm and burn so bright A mystery to all
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Myriad clouds drift Across the vast blue sky, like thoughts A million possibilities
Beginner’s mind, fresh A world of wonder and awe A new door opens
Stormclouds drift away Sunlight breaks through the clouds A new day begins
Dark clouds gather, A storm brewing inside, The calm before the storm.
The wind whispers, screams Through the leaves, a wild chorus Nature’s song of power
“The natural healing force within each of us is the greatest force in getting well.” ― Hippocrates
Mysterious girl, Doll in hand, light in her heart, Forest left behind.
Flying a kite In a July meadow Imagine, pure joy
Love tears us apart Buskers play rock and roll songs Graffiti is art
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