Poetic Art
poetic art
a brush stroke, perhaps a word...
so daring in its galliant debut -
onward...pulsing, pushing...
perhaps a time of remembrance...
perhaps an inkling to stir the mind...
drifting, searching...
of all the childhood haunts...
I remember your first endeavor ....
of leather and lace
Colors traced
And a sense of freedom
Through the fields of youth
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