Fabric of My Soul
Oh life that beacons creativity.
Thy pleasantness has taught me oh so well.
Drawn out from fountains flowing deep within
Onto the canvas waiting for its sight,
That when paintbrushes strike with flow and flare,
My visions issue from me with no doubt.
And thus my soul becomes with fabric won.
© January 2, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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