What is life with no aim,
what is love with no depth,
what is care when it don't heal,
what is art when it don't touch the heart,
when we have aim in life,
depth in love and healing care when hurt,
we get the true essence of life and meaning of our birth.
when we know the true meaning of art we don't bound it.
it comes out as flow of stream feelings natural as its water.
clear and clean giving freshness and life to sleeping dreams.
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