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Mastering an Art

The cobbler
in his tiny cabin, amid new and old shoes,
within the smell, he usually tolerated from years
mastering the art
without any more reward
smiling like a child after reaching the finishing point of the day.
His smile can be felt as blessings.
He will sleep in his small room with bliss
to have the strength for the next day.

Mastering the art ...
for the purest smile,
is not a child's play.
To be a master
deadly struggle is the only way.

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