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The nebula on a starry night.
The Picasso's.
The water falls.
The famous paintings on canvass.
They all speak of one thing.
Our life in an art gallery.
Am a painting.
With intricate patterns.
My actions and lines of thoughts
Are just one line in the tapestry of life.
Our heart postures and our state of minds.
Colours each strand.
From the view we stand we might not see.
But from the heights of the MOST HIGH.
Every angle is magnified.
And every colour amplified
At the end from a backward stance.
We will be judged for our art
Whether it's a master piece or a fake painting is up to us.
But the LORD is the art critic.
And we all stand in HIS gallery.
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