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Love for Literature and Art, Our Path to Excellence: Each of us carries within a passion that draws us into hidden realms full of creativity, but this passion only reveals itself through the windows that literature and art open in our lives. Literature is not just words to be read, and art is not just colors to be painted; they are a mirror to the human soul and tools to express the emotions and thoughts hidden within us. If you're looking to join a group dedicated to literature and art, you're choosing to step toward a future full of creativity and innovation. We seek to build a community that gathers minds passionate about creativity and makes our diverse dreams a bridge to achieving excellence. Your literary work or artistic design might be the key to delivering a unique message to the world. Perhaps that simple idea you have today is the project of your future success. The "Lit-Beyond-Borders" group is not just a place to exchange opinions and ideas, but a platform for

Journey of Inspiration: Why Do We Love Literature and Art?. Hello to all the creative members of our community! 🌟 Literature and art have always been two of the deepest means of self-expression. Through literature, we write and read to share thoughts and feelings. Through art, we draw and express ourselves with colors and shapes that can touch the soul. But what makes us love literature and art with such passion? Let’s discuss this profound topic together. My question to you: What inspired you to enter the world of literature or art? Is there a particular literary or artistic work that has deeply impacted you? How do literature and art express yourself? My Personal Answer: Like many others, I would sit with my worries and repeat in my mind, "Has the night fallen yet, has it?" This is what I would say, for indeed, boredom and monotony were slowly killing me, like the slowness of a turtle . Until my eyes fell on a book I had taken from the library for no particular reason.

Happy Despite the Sorrow... Amid the flowers and the fragrance of life,Lies a face drawn by fate with clarity so rife,Though burdens fill the sky with their strife,Her smile remains her secret light, her eternal life. Flowers embrace her hair like a crown,Hiding behind them tales of breakdown,Yet she walks on like a star at sundown,Spreading joy despite every meltdown. She is happy, even if tears touch her eyes,For in her heart, a sun never says goodbye,She has learned from life that beauty lies in seasons,And sorrow is a cloud, while joy holds the reasons. Note: I didn’t write this poem entirely by myself since it’s... let’s say, my second attempt. If you’d like to read the first one, it’s on my page.