The Artist
Have you ever wondered, under the cloudless night sky, who could have brought the infinite blank canvas to life, whose paintbrush has the power to give birth to millions of quasars, stars and galaxies, of colors manifold, whose design could so effortlessly speak the language of beauty? and the sky, where vibrant colors mix and blend, how easily you get dissolved in its vastness as countless images pass through the frame of time. the creations continue to come,endlessly,each bearing its own story. it is then I realized, the whole of creation is no freak event, no accident, but the work of a passionate artist, where in each stroke he reveals his presence and identity.
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