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The Words Of Arts.

It's words written that heals the heart..
And calms the weary mind..
Through arts, we look through life, its path..
And mysteries we thus find..

A mirror through that which is real..
Through it, the mind widens..
And in its power, our hearts we spill..
And feel our souls fasten..

When tears in blue rhythms sets in..
And trials betide we..
We paint with words, pictures creep in..
To soothe the soul at sea..

Through words spewed forth, love danced in glee..
And glowed in sweet beauty..
The moon, the stars saw her and hid..
In shyness to duty..

If arts is life portrayed in thoughts..
Through which we see life's flaws..
Let us then seek to mend our faults..
And tame the heart of walls..

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