Heelless charmers.

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Take me somewhere.... HERE.

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Laced with love...all-over.

I can reach the stars if the reason of your slightest warm glance and a smile...is me.
This is for you.

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Enlightening my own mystery.

 

The more horrifying the world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.

Trying abstract…or removing reality.

 

“There’s no abstract art. You must always start with something and then can remove all the traces of reality.”

And the tree bent down to shower happiness...

"Everybody has a creative potential and from the moment you can express this creativeness, you can start changing the world."

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Fluttering blossoms.

Like the wind sweeps away everything it crosses, I feel abandoned. But as after every sunset there’s a hope of a bright sunrise, I too am clinging to my life’s loose ends, waiting for a day when I can open my wings and keep fluttering happily…ever after.

Sometimes it’s better to be just…Me.

 

When I cry about one thing, I end up crying about everything that’s messed up my life…but then that’s so very…just Me.

Brush stroke flowers.

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