Art lies with everything
from top to bottom,
but the things when turned black
looses art instant .
The flowers rose in spring can
become flowers lying on the ground in autumn,
Artist lives in everything
from top to bottom.

To find art , which can be done
by a perfectionist and a judgement by the flow.
And that is the perfectionists
always perfect but others low.
To find talent is a artist ,
to find fault is the flow.

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