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About This Poem
Pictures And Thoughts
Where feathered flame arise the sleepless wind taunt
upon the wall, reminiscing the clock sounding tick-tock
with a myriad of thoughts waning shadows crawl, but, not lost
in one moment of inspiration I give all that I've got
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With brush in hand and white paper nil
I paint mountains high and tumble with the rolling river
and smear the rainbow sky
in lilting waves of songs profound I pause to regain a dream
and carry on through gilded light to greet God's majesty...............
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