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The 0-5 Comments Issues feature a deviant as well as 3 deviations with less than 5 original comments from a wide selection of art. Please give your time to this article and to write constructive comments so that you make a true difference to the artists featured here.

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Featured Deviations

Digital Art
^{~featured by FallenUmbrella}


Photography
^{~featured by restaryev, whatsoeverprojects and ProjectComment}  


Traditional Art
^{~featured by 3wyl}


Artisan Crafts
^{~featured by xblackxbloodxcellx}
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Designs & Interfaces
^{~featured by xblackxbloodxcellx}
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Literature – Prose
^{~featured by FallenUmbrella}
Seven sleepless nightsSeven sleepless nights
1
Its 3 in the morning and I am still awake laying beside him with a mind full of unseen dreams. He wakes up, looks at me and smiles. I say, "What's so funny?" The moonlight sneaking from the glass windows is stepping right into his green eyes. It makes me feel alive. He shut his eyes without answering me and reaches out to kiss my head. He misses, he kisses my right eyebrow and it feels warm like the fresh air of a summer morning. We laugh at his blind aim; his love has left me sleepless.
2
It's a sleepless night once again. He sleeps besides me breathing steady, his pale abdomen moving up and down like a perfectly stretched membrane. I put my fuzzy head on his drum. Maybe I will end up in his dream here; maybe I will catch the dust of sleep here. He is awake. His hands keep exploring the face that lay on his chest now. He is playing with my hair and making small knots in them. "I love you" I say. I am expecting an answer and a moment later his hands rest on my :thumb192130481:

Literature – Poetry
^{~featured by FallenUmbrella}
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Endlessly
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
Nets empty
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
Easy, later,
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass. :thumb168220560: :thumb193912307:

Cartoons & Comics
^{~featured by xblackxbloodxcellx}
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Manga/Anime
^{~featured by ProjectComment}
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Fan Art
^{~featured by Jenniej92}
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Featured Deviant

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Thank you for reading!

3wyl, posting on behalf of ProjectComment