The Writer and The Artist

A writer loses himself in the dark because no one can understand his words.

A artist drowns in the depths of solitude because no one can grasp his views.

They both watch a crimson rose bloom in the night hoping to find some inspiration.

The lavender moon bleeds onto the petals to enlighten the subject.

Something quivers deep within the soul of both beings.

They awake the next morning to a world they never quite knew.

A new breath of fresh air.

Even the death in the trees seem to stir something beautiful in the area.

The writer grabs his pen. The artist grabs his brush.

Something glorious is formed.

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