The sudden rain breathes the thoughts,
How it does so I haven't go deep.
At times the city won't let you know.
Swing, roll, hop, with waves discreet,
Its melancholy dances, inside me not.
Art may be more about freedom of mind where beauty, criticism, fun, sensation... are the keys. Reflections, of oneself, of people and things around, however temporary of a nature, compose a map.
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feeling sad to see this picture
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