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What are we here for
If not
To become the spectators
Of the cosmic artwork
Unfolding before our eyes
The cosmic artwork
Of a blue sky
With rose strokes across
As the sun's about to die
Over the far horizon
Only to be born again
The next present
With a new light
The cosmic artwork
Of the birds singing,
On birth of light
Each sunrise, of the clouds
Swaying and changing hues
The cosmic artwork
Of each little life itself
The chaos seemingly random
Binding us all with one life
Of the artist itself.
The cosmic artwork
That created nature,
The mother herself
For she's the artist of
the cosmic art,
Her eyes glittered in awe
Of her own self.
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