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With pen for brush they paint themselves
Hues and shadings flow free from their soul
To be shared with the world this inner peek
Into the mystery of the poets scroll
A palette verbose at their command
Phrasing their rants or discovering peace
Each syllable anointed in mass harmony
To bless the thought in its primal release
Darkness and light fusing into words
A spectrum of talent lies hidden to find
In the reading the truth will present itself
Imprinted there on the canvas of your mind
I like this one very, very
I like this very, very much :-)
Thankyou Sweetwater, it's
Thankyou Sweetwater, it's always a pleasure.