Desiderata
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O how I ran in dripping colors of taunting inspiration
to smear the clouds white and engulf the blue sea of fortune
stopping along the young stream to pluck a flower of delicacy
thy colors of love surely touch your presence
a muse for the taking
a softly etched letter of belief
With Gods hands, thy melancholy painting, I sketch for thee...
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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