Saturday, 1 November 2025
Divine Artist
There are stories in the sky, sending pages full of magic, to read and enjoy.. translating in hearts, every word unique to themselves, lines blur or enhance, into beauty, ignorance or romance.. giving birth to poetry or song.. painting or music.. designing or architecture.. writing or philosophy.. the divine artist melds into heart-strings to play the hues within.. for life is a blank book, with no words or meanings, except the ones we fill it with..
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Winged messengers
The sun lent its golds, pinks and orange brushes to the clouds and they went wild colouring the entire sky - dancing, gliding, racing all ac...
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The hills dressed up in brilliant shades of green, weaving unique patterns at the whim of the wind.. the dark clouds raced down in admiratio...
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It is awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. and i loved every moment of it.. Walked on...
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Love the early hours when, sometimes, the pearly light of the moon — bewitched — welcomes the rose of dawn. A divine beauty in each. The sky...
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