NFT Art Gallery By MNFT
Original Digital Art & Poetry on Web3 (Polygon)
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📖 Poetic MNFTart Limited Editions
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Why is the sea so blue
Why is the sea so blue?
Why is every shore so bare?
At times still, at times wild;
Does it, like me, have a love
For whose memory its waves dance? © MNFT
Why is every shore so bare?
At times still, at times wild;
Does it, like me, have a love
For whose memory its waves dance? © MNFT
Contract: 0x536427A68bB70f93A3f04b03105dA89Bb6845d8c
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Come, O wine Of All My Soul
Come, O wine of all my soul,
Place the chalice in my hand.
Pour for me the purest draught,
With drunkenness, revive my soul.
What do I seek from the world?
I want nothing but my love.
Come, O soul of my soul,
Stay not away, for I am restless. © MNFT
Place the chalice in my hand.
Pour for me the purest draught,
With drunkenness, revive my soul.
What do I seek from the world?
I want nothing but my love.
Come, O soul of my soul,
Stay not away, for I am restless. © MNFT
Contract: 0x8507522bF65BF70437de138ED6994337eE5024d8
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Not this heart Nor that heart
Not this heart, nor that heart
Not this way, nor that way
Without you, my sweet love —
Sleep never in my eyes.
Hi, my cup of ruby wine
My kiss, your lips, every time
Full of my gaze on your face
One more, one more, one more taste. © MNFT
Not this way, nor that way
Without you, my sweet love —
Sleep never in my eyes.
Hi, my cup of ruby wine
My kiss, your lips, every time
Full of my gaze on your face
One more, one more, one more taste. © MNFT
Contract: 0xf2da1116024f795a7ac02cdaf57108f5ba2c61af
🎨 MNFTart 1/1 Editions
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A Child In A Tattered Withered Shirt
A child in a tattered, withered shirt.
Etched upon the pass of dawn.
A stone his pillow, cobblestones his bed,
From the tight-fisted age, this was his share.
No passion for play within his body,
No motion in his half-closed eyes.
He has lain along the path of passers-by,
That they may ponder their own journey's end.
What tale did the storyteller of night relate?
He heard that story and gave up his soul.
He gave his crust of bread to ants,
And broke his bonds at his last supper. © MNFT
Etched upon the pass of dawn.
A stone his pillow, cobblestones his bed,
From the tight-fisted age, this was his share.
No passion for play within his body,
No motion in his half-closed eyes.
He has lain along the path of passers-by,
That they may ponder their own journey's end.
What tale did the storyteller of night relate?
He heard that story and gave up his soul.
He gave his crust of bread to ants,
And broke his bonds at his last supper. © MNFT
Contract: 0x778f44a5db9679715e9500b72989745ed94ec4cf
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The little Courtesan Of Our City
The little courtesan of our city
Had the most sacred face in the city.
Though her act was seen as a shameful deed,
She was forced to serve this baleful need.
She was the solace for each lonely one;
She was the wine for every gathering one.
Her laughter came from a heart full of agony,
The tears of the candle brought light to the glory. © MNFT
Had the most sacred face in the city.
Though her act was seen as a shameful deed,
She was forced to serve this baleful need.
She was the solace for each lonely one;
She was the wine for every gathering one.
Her laughter came from a heart full of agony,
The tears of the candle brought light to the glory. © MNFT
Contract: 0x5ba267ef3a50266843c44b22c82491945e664004