Maybe You

With pen for brush they paint themselves

Hues and shadings flow free from their soul

To be shared with the world this inner peek

Into the mystery of the poets scroll


A palette verbose at their command

   Phrasing their rants or discovering peace

Each syllable anointed in mass harmony

To bless the thought in its primal release


 Darkness and light fusing into words

A spectrum of talent lies hidden to find

In the reading the truth will present itself

Imprinted there on the canvas of your mind

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I like this one very, very

I like this very, very much :-)

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Thankyou Sweetwater, it's

Thankyou Sweetwater, it's always a pleasure.