If only life would imitate art,
like Wilde wrote, I would
write only of pleasant
things, the joys of existence,
and drink deep from their bowls;
but life rarely obeys art,
no orchestra at conductor's
command, this world.
Art makes better, improves,
but only follows life, one
member in its entourage.
11.06.2024
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