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I make the paintings by myself.
I make the photos by myself.
I make the drawings by myself.
I make the poems by myself.

The piece of me is living everywhere.
I will take me in the music of rains.
I will take me in the talk of old trees
I will take me in the grey autumn sky.

I will make the painting by the steps of the rain.
I will make the photos by the talk of old trees.
I will make the drawings by grey autumn sky.
So I will be returned to me thanks to a simple way.