The Poet
Through liquid from the poets pen
Images flow from women and men
Feelings pouring from the poets heart
In black and white from miles apart
As tears ran from the poets eyes
His soul inside poured out his cries
Through many strokes from this craftsmen
The poets words flowed once again
Though only a few will understand
The words that flowed from the poets hand
His finished masterpiece came to an end
And the poet prayed he did not offend
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