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Untamed weeds grow through the cracks of concrete brick walls, Not like art vigorously painted through the blank canvas halls. Seeing them from the vantage point of a keen spectator, Every medium of art flourishes, it is within the creator. Expensive, cheap materials, or none, which you may use, No amount of money, however, can make one one's muse. Art is sometimes the artist itself, for crafting a masterpiece, Revolving through life and art, making life a bliss, These pieces of one's soul, shall be immortalized, sealed with a kiss.