The only reality is the present,
yesterday is a memory,
and tomorrow is a dream.
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This is a space, like a canvas for thoughts,
This is art, like pigments in paint, or veins in marble,
This is beauty, like the shape of clouds, or ripples on the lake,
Like space, art and beauty, it is all up to us to decide.
This is art, like pigments in paint, or veins in marble,
This is beauty, like the shape of clouds, or ripples on the lake,
Like space, art and beauty, it is all up to us to decide.
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- Vernon
- We might not be who we seem to be, We might not be who we say or claim to be, We are however, what we continually do
to exist is to change, to change is to mature and to
mature to to recreate oneself endlessly....
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