The Art of Life
His poems created melodies
Of angel's wings and restless seas,
Of crisp blue mornings and cloudless skies,
And pearls of wisdom that help souls rise.
This all was written from the heart;
No less pure than Raphael's art.
He stroked the canvas of our mind,
And helped the searching soul to find;
That we can learn life's melodies,
And fly above the restless seas;
Into the cloudless morning skies,
Until at last we realize.
We all are artist in a way.
We mold our lives with heaven's clay.
Though many brushes stroke our mind;
The final picture, we've designed.
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