How your love or knowledge for abstract art can influence your career?
Since our company appointed a new manager, I believed that my dream for promotion will not be possible anymore. I had no idea why he disapproved of me from the beginning.
Certainly as far as work was concerned, he could not fault me. However, we struggled to find common ground nevertheless, and after a few months of him starting, I pretty much dismissed any chances of progressing in the firm. Thank goodness I didn’t do anything hasty as whoever would have thought that we would eventually find a mutual interest, and not even regarding work, but ? paintings.
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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When you decide to write poetry you have at least some things to take into account. These things often will get you either praise or criticism, firstly, you write what you want to project to your audience. Secondly you search the universe for the ideas that Our Creator, GOD has for us to help others and ourselves thereby. It’s of the essence to reach the mind, the body, and the senses when writing poetry. Thirdly but not last, you need to remember to touch the emotions deeply, stirring up the seriousness so that the readers will also love poetry as avidly as the novels and educational segments of books.
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When you decide to write poetry you have at least some things to take into account. These things often will get you either praise or criticism, firstly, you write what you want to project to your audience. Secondly you search the universe for the ideas that Our Creator, GOD has for us to help others and ourselves thereby. It’s of the essence to reach the mind, the body, and the senses when writing poetry. Thirdly but not last, you need to remember to touch the emotions deeply, stirring up the seriousness so that the readers will also love poetry as avidly as the novels and educational segments of books.
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Ways To Write Poetry And Still Be Serious - Instant Happiness Through Poetry
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.
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All the dreams that have come and gone;
All the memories that will live on and on.
High School days we though would last forever;
All the time we thought we’d be together.
Time seemed to slip by and then go away;
Now it’s graduation day.
So many times we laughed and we shared;
So many times we said I love you and I care.
The happiness, the sadness, and the fights galore;
All these things were wrapped into one and more.
Time seemed to slip by and then go away;
Now it’s graduation day.
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