The Path of Arth

At first, the strokes are shy and small,
A trembling hand, unsure to call
The shapes, the shades, the dream in sight,
A whisper faint, not yet in flight.

With time, the lines learn where to bend,
Each curve a truth, each mark a friend.
Mistakes no longer feared or cursed,
They’re seeds from which the colors burst.

One day you see — the frame has grown,
A world within the canvas sown.
And though the journey still feels far,
You’ve found the heart inside the arth.

Arth Progression R-Ḏæy2199

R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

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Arth Progression R-Ḏæy2199

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