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  Rise up and bloom again Through the pain We grow strong Through the pain We grow strong Through the pain We grow strong Bloom again Through the pain We grow strong Genre & style: Art, Visual Poetry, Contemporary Art, Spoken Word Art Core themes & common search terms: Art and Power, Historical Poetry, Experimental, creativity My YouTube Music Station:   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  To support my art, feel free to  become a subscribed member via Patreon donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the sponsor's written permission is prohibited.
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The Morning Fountain

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I Am Exploring the Beauty of Stillness and Light 

Amidst the stillness, colours play, 
Captured light, where shadows sway. 
A fleeting moment, frozen in time, 
Silent whispers, a visual rhyme. 
Nature's essence, pure and bright, 
A frame of life in soft twilight. 
Eternal beauty, in captured sight.

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Discover the serene beauty captured in a moment of morning light. This video delves into the magic of light and shadows, showcasing nature's pure essence in a captivating frame. **Video Content** - 

  • Experience the silent whispers of nature in a visual rhyme. 
  • Uncover the interplay of colours and stillness, frozen in time. 
  • Experience the eternal beauty captured in the soft glow of twilight.
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