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About This Poem
Of Pen And Paper
Through doorways endless
I enter your mind
I touch your body
and your soul I entwine
With word of the spirit
where beauty behold
I paint the pristine mountain tops
where the sound of angels unfold
If in a mere moment
to capture your dream
or take you beyond this world
of worry and grief
Then surely a lonely etching
of storm clouds shall rise
to birth the great universe
where together we fly
If in a mere moment
The empty page, I stare........
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