Sometimes there are no words to express the language of the soul.
Try upon try, the words do not come.
Touch upon touch, the paint feels the paint and caresses the page.
Thought upon thought, it absorbs and hears the music the paint sings.
Only then can the soul sing the beautiful song that no one hears.
Breath upon breath, it breathes out and breathes out the picture.
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