                      "Maze"
     In the heart of the labyrinth, where pathways entwine,
A maze of mystery, a riddle divine.
Walls rising high, a complex design,
A puzzle of life, in which we all dine.

Each twist and each turn, a test of the mind,
The journey through shadows, our fate intertwined.
Lost in the maze, where secrets align,
We seek the way out, our purpose defined.

With courage and hope, we venture ahead,
Through mazes of choices, where destiny's thread.
Though the path may be daunting, and tears may be shed,
In the heart of the maze, we find strength instead.

For even in darkness, a lesson is learned,
In the twists and the turns, our wisdom discerned.
In the heart of the maze, where our passions are burned,
We emerge on the other side, wiser, unburned.

Maze

Vox_07

Just admit it you're not perfect, you will never be ! And so do none of us in the whole world will be .

Don't kill yourself to be perfect .

Just be you this is the best way to be perfect !

Imperfection 

There is more than what we see with our eyes this is why we should look deeper and inside to see the true self of someone, exactly like a cell

What lives inside a cell

In twilight's dance, a celestial swoon,
A canvas painted by the blood moon.
Earth's shadow embraces the lunar face,
A crimson glow, a mystic embrace.

Silent whispers in the night air,
As the moon wears a robe, red and rare.
A dance of shadows in the cosmic ballet,
A celestial spectacle in the night's display.

Eclipsed in beauty, the moon takes flight,
A ruby orb in the velvet night.
Majestic and haunting, a lunar tune,
In the cosmic ballet of the blood moon.

A tapestry woven with threads of the night,
A celestial ballet, a breathtaking sight.
Under the gaze of stars, a lunar fest,
The blood moon rises, nature

Blood Moon

Suspended in Bananality 

Fortune

I can't figure myself out...

I don't know what was happening when i've created, i don't remember how and when all what i've remembered was my sadness , another version of me make it , my sadness and despair created this piece , for me i was like a machine or a Tool .

When i've finished the piece, i knowed what was happening, why i was sad .

Thank you my sadness for telling me the reason of your existence through art.

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