A Budding Picasso
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Pablo Ruiz y Picasso, also known as Pablo Picasso, was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, stage designer, poet and playwright.
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." He once said.
Making poems and artistic paraghraphs has been a getaway for me. Share with my feelings as I express myself deeply with my personally made poetry.
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