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Ink seeping through many pages,
on an empty canvas.
Imagination at hand
molds the perfect sculpture.
Wrist moving with the rhythem,
I create.
Words so unimaginary,
moving with the beat
I carry.
Writers
paint with words.
- by a boy lilikoi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/01/2008 |
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- Title: Writers. [the poem]
- Artist: a boy lilikoi
- Description: It's all art.
- Date: 09/01/2008
- Tags: writers poem
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